Forsaken Shine, Investors' Flight

For five long moons they've ceased to yearn, For golden glimmers softly spurned. In ceaseless drifts, the faithful wane, Where bullion's luster greets disdain. Yet Earth's old treasure knows its worth, Beyond the fickle tides of Earth. E'er silent in its stoic wait, For trusts to turn and bonds to fate.

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