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You grasped a pot of gold, |
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now it looks like led. |
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On your path of hunger |
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the gold lies still ahead. |
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At the end of the rainbow |
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another rainbow starts. |
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Try to catch the shadows |
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and run until you fall. |
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Strain your nerves to follow |
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the temptations of them all. |
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The prizes fade with time |
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as day fades into night. |
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The state of satisfaction |
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is a slowly dying high. |
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As sun descends in the sky |
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the hunt is on for the dawn. |
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Chasing tricks of the day through the night. |
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The scent of dawn is so sweet |
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but it is spoiled with each bite. |
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Losing pace among all of the treats. |