Gold has penalties of long life to order,
Even when goings are rough and good in heart,
Eventhough the doings are tough and godly in rate,
Eventually the books of new are upon us all.
Thus the gold is a sudden joust and kicking,
A favourite right to help and keep to all dream,
Dream then the number one problem of your strife,
And keep each person in unison.
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