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Golden Gate

achemist's of old , turning lead into gold false proposition , an idea that they sold promises of wealth , many led to believe riches unimaginable , abundant recieve concept well placed , but direction misplaced metal composition's , our elemental base a process evolving , a work in progress individual refinery , avoid moment transgress temper of self , fan the flames of desire misgiving of gift , could be dire , mire tall mountains to climb , rocky roads proceed deep oceans we travel to fulfill our needs like salmon's return , rough current upstream enduring the challenge , impossible it seems patience , prosperity , inner gold is our goal nessecary exchange , at the gate of our toll .

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