| Now the fire is burning low
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| And glowing red and gold
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| September images remembered
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| Keep out rain and cold
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| We rode across the Rainbow Range
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| Through fallow fields of hay
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| Your hair was gold
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| The leaves were gold in
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| Palomino days
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| And everything was golden then
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| There was gold dust in the streams
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| Golden horses, river courses were swift
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| Like fading dreams
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| And we were running down the sun
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| Through yellow Aspen glades
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| We rode our golden ponies through those
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| Palomino days
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| Amber skies, topaz eyes
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| And eagles' on the wing
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| Reflected in your eyes when I
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| Gave you a shining ring
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| The sun flashed on my golden spurs
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| Through autumn’s tawny rays
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| Oh, what I’d give once more to live those
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| Palomino days
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| And everything was golden then
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| There was gold dust in the streams
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| Golden horses, river courses were swift
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| Like fading dreams
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| And we were running down the sun
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| Through yellow Aspen glades
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| We rode our golden ponies through those
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| Palomino days
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| What I’d give once more to live those
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| Palomino days |