Try as I might,
Always in flight,
Things seem to be.
Things seem to flee,
As I draw near,
It is quite queer.
But as I run,
So does the sun,
So, it seems to me,
I have company!
Try as I might,
Always in flight,
Things seem to be.
Things seem to flee,
As I draw near,
It is quite queer.
But as I run,
So does the sun,
So, it seems to me,
I have company!
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