Past the giant arms my bird's descending,
Protects this land, I'm told.
To the sand, the hills, the sea unending
Come to make my claim to gold.

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Here like pilgrim strangers, foreign speakers,
I left our region cold;
Bringing gear from poles to swords and sneakers;
I came to fight for gold.

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Starter's shot, the race a flash;
Out of medal, finished last.
Thought my dream a hopeless prize
Till your smile lit up my eyes. 

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Never thought I'd be out-classed!
Not prepared to finish last;
The years to get here, still worthwhile--
The gold of Rio was in your smile.

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On the stand the champions basks in glory,
Their winning feats retold;
Your eyes and kiss--that's the real story!
I left for home with RIO GOLD.