Expensive and hard to obtain.
But I am not so sure—
I found abundance without gain.
It is precious in the way
Of all lovely things,
But as for rare, I cannot say,
For it pours down like the rain.
And while it's true that Autumn swirls
Its hues but once a year,
Summer's gold blooms sweet and bright,
Unalloyed and pure.
Fairer still the gold I've found,
Though quick to pass away,
Than lasting stuff, from the ground,
Less subject to decay.
or "Fall's Gold"
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