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The Goal.
My golden goal lies at the end
Of this weird lane, I'm told, and yet,
The farther on my way I wend,
The farther from my goal I get.
Of this weird lane, I'm told, and yet,
The farther on my way I wend,
The farther from my goal I get.
Now here, now there, it bends—each bend
The seeming prize I seek, till won,
When lo, I'm mock'd; and mocks attend
My steps till I'm where I begun.
The seeming prize I seek, till won,
When lo, I'm mock'd; and mocks attend
My steps till I'm where I begun.
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