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Golden Gleam | ||
| Golden sun upon the sea, Stretching to eternity, How you dazzle mortal eyes, 'Neath the clear and azure skies. You have banished gloom of night With your radiant morning light. Little wavelets disappear In the shiny crystal mirror, Richer than a treasure chest. Mother Nature does her best To produce the golden gleam So that viewers dream their dream. | ||
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