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I went to find the pot of gold

That’s waiting where the rainbow ends.

I searched and searched and searched and searched

And searched and searched, and then—

There it was, deep in the grass,

Under an old and twisty bough.

It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine at last….

What do I search for now?

— Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

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