Golden splendour crowns him King,
Overlord of his domain;
Golden is his golden ring,
Golden as his golden reign.
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Invincible his golden throne,
Iron is his sceptred fist;
After winds of change have blown,
Golden days are gone like mist.
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Golden splendour crowns him King, Overlord of his domain; Golden is his golden ring, Golden as his golden reign. . Invincible his golden throne, Iron is his sceptred fist; After winds of change have blown, Golden days are gone like mist.
Golden, golden, glorious 🙂
Why thank you, Ma’am! 😉
Enjoying the autumn riches while I can 🙂
Good girl!
I felt I was tip-toeing on ancient gold coins and in a vacuum of glitter. Very wealthy in my freedom ~Faithfully Debbie
😉 Yippee! Thanks Debbie…
I love “gone like mist”
That is such a great way to put it.
Thanks Symanntha!
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