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I saw a man pursuing the horizon;Round and round they sped.I was disturbed at this;I accosted the man."It is futile," I said,"You can never-""You lie," he cried,And ran on.

Stephen Crane (2016). “War Is Kind and Other Poems”, p.8, Courier Dover Publications
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;Round and round they sped.I was disturbed at this;I accosted the man.It is futile, I said,You can never-You lie, he cried,And ran on.