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In golden light
The streets of the past have a golden hue
Known to only me and you
Forgoing the shy starlight
A golden youthful yellow delight
The nights were littered with gold
A yellow wind left to behold
Sunlight at night
What a golden honey sight
People, cars and dogs
Streaming through a yellow fog
Christmas fairs and hot chocolate
A warmth and love now forgot
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Tuesday 27th February 2024 5:45 pm
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