Always struck a chord. Searching endlessly, unflaggingly, for his El Dorado. I don't know whether I've found mine, yet. I guess the need to keep looking says that I haven't.
Edgar Allan Poe: El Dorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant night
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
But he grew old --
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