Gold is the setting sun,
The light that seeps through the blinds.
Gold is dancing in front of the mirror with your friends,
For no reason whatsoever.
Gold is laughing so hard your stomach hurts,
And sleepovers and pillow fights.
For no reason whatsoever.
Gold is laughing so hard your stomach hurts,
And sleepovers and pillow fights.
Gold is the quiet banter from the living room,
The soft clink of glasses at dinner.
The soft clink of glasses at dinner.
And the happiness you feel at the end of the day
That shows through your smile,
That is golden.
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