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To-morrow, to-morrow, you insolent shadow,
You torture and tease me and strike at my soul;
But I shall go forward and leave you behind me,
A ghost unremembered when I'm at the goal.

To-morrow, to-morrow, you insolent shadow,
You torture and tease me and strike at my soul;
But I shall go forward and leave you behind me,
A ghost unremembered when I'm at the goal.
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