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He greets me with a flashing beam,
Emboldening my hopes, and the blue streams,
I tread long ways t'where reach my goals,
My feet, weary, a 1000 tales beneath my soles,
They talk of dreams, of passions long gone,
Blinded by the gleam of Aurum's light,
Averted to see that they've won,
Naught but the Miser's plight,
When it all ends, I smile at her, who rises anew,
For her to overlook what the daydwellers skewed,
She blooms alone, a beauty that no poet could pen,
I lay down to darkness, as she rises, at Day's End.
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