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A Anjandev Roy
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I saw
The precious prize
In my wonderful dream,
I ran to get it,
It fled faster and faster,
But I didn't give up,
I continued
To run and run,
Eventually I got it,
But alas!
It was the shadow
Of the great prize,
The insignificant shadow
Laughed at me and said,
"The glorious prize is
Beyond your reach,
You can reach only its image."
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