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// Epilogue: A Little Poem I Wrote Nearly a Decade Ago 
// Story: Nothing Gold Can Stay 
// by Super Trampoline 
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They say or so I'm told
That nothing can stay gold:
The world is in decay,
from green to moldy gray.
But! No way am I sold:
What one day won't grow old
I hold within my gaze:
My true love's golden rays.