Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
The leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗬, Robert Frost
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