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Every Silver Turns To Bronze

Every silver turns to bronze, like the sun turns to moon. Each day that passes the young grows old amid their noon. A flower sprouts into hue, and petals sprinkle from its stem. The memories come and go as your finding dust was gem. A ring of gold begins to grow old and turns white from yellow sun. All life is, is a silver turning bronze, so let it all soak in before its done.

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