A faint star leads me, but I know not where,
As the ground slowly turns beneath my feet.
In the dead of night, cold winds chill the air,
And at day, I am tormented by heat.
To find my long sought promised land I swear,
That place with untroubled stillness replete.
For nothing else do I give any care,
For nothing else can well my life complete.
But on my many sojourns far and wide
I have not found anything that comes close -
Not even in my dreams does it reside -
To that promised land, for all I have tried.
So on this arid sphere I trudge morose,
And surmise that paradise is denied.
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