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I Saw A Man Pursuing

by  Stephen Crane 

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