At the end of a day
There's a golden light
That night transforms to gloom,
Which dawn in turn transforms
Into gold calendula bloom.
At the end of that day
There's a golden light
That night transforms to gloom,
Which is then transformed to golden 'bloom',
'End of day', 'golden light' and 'night'.
At the end of a day
Which began with a bloom,
It's Gold! Gold! Gold!
And at the end of that Golden boom,
It's Gloom! Gloom! Gloom!
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