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Golden sunshine between
Wintery showers, sleet
the first of the autumn,
And cold feet
Cold cheeks
And a silvery sky
My heart was full
As I sped down the hill
Peppered with shot
And buffeted
By a northerly sidewind
Making waves in the sepia grass
Heart racing
I'm heading under the arch
Of where the rainbow seemed to be
Looking for gold
And finding brass.

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