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The Chase
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THE CHASE
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Sown with nd
‘She leads me on,
ying, lying ent with the wind
‘Aalanta, my golden gt
vant you,
1 wn you with the apples in my hand
Throw the fst oe,
She oops it up:
She caefly looks
Tato shining face
‘And then she eontnaes on.
‘Ove vers, meadows green and sn,
Feds perfumed wit fw,
Tpursu,enteat, provoke, sole, implore, plead,
‘eying, ying to woo and win her
With set words
Ap tl she runs: Atlanta
"The second apple
Rolls to the ede,
Ione graceful liquid tion
She taker makes it hee
‘And rune aca,
Holding wo,
Hopeless, hopeless race. I's over;
Finished Ve lost
Weover.
‘Over seasons, years and hours,
Minutes, spent, discarded
Over roughened miles nforied
Beneath, while my eyes ce
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Save the one aed
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pray tothe gods
Fer vtry
1 throw the thied apples
Watches her eye
And when se tse it up,
Glance o'er her soulder at me
‘And he smiles
And stops,
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