Once I sat on the green,

And I could see a lively scene.

When the goldfinches flew-

And on the grass were dew.


There was a river there too,

Over which the finches flew.

The river shimmered by the rays,

As behind the scene a sun lay.


A sun lay- t'was a molten gold

T'was a gold my eyes told.


Majestic was the scene,


T'was nice and pretty and clean.


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