Strange it is, we chase our dreams
Though they ever move on farther,
But stranger still, when we win them all
Yet find in us a loser...
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Deep reflections,
Stillness sees,
In pensive thoughts
That never cease;
And so much more
Than mere goodbye,
When restless times,
Freeze in the eye...
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