Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted through the rain soaked hills; with the boisterous chirping of the sparrows being my everlastingly exhilarating rhyme,
Golden were the moments; when I swam uninhibitedly in the marvelously undulating sea; with an unfathomable cascade of tangy froth; insurmountably tantalizing each of my monotonously dreary senses,
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