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

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