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Nothing Gold Can Stay
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Poem By Robert Frost

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.

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Nothing gold can stay Absolutely true
keep doing poems and its really good
nothing stays the same
BEAUTIFUL POET HE IS MY POET TO STAY W'/O READING HIM I COMPOSED THIS silver of today is tomorrows gold money has become costly a cup of coffee which cost a coin now costs 3 dollars is it fine the cost remains the same it's cost of labour which gains oh what a shame it is the world's modern game escalate and penetrate
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