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The Golden State in Crimson Steed

In lands where golden dreams were sown, beneath the sun's relentless deed, A crimson steed has galloped through – prosperity now lost, we heed. The tempest of decline has sung, a daunting fiscal chorus spread, Yet hope's not lost for this rich coast, as wise and sturdy hearts will lead.

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The Golden State in Crimson Steed