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I wanted the gold and I sought it. I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine? Scurvy - I fought it. I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold and I got it. Came out with a fortune last fall. Yet somehow life's not what I thought it. And somehow the gold isn't all.
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