⁴ Look upward where the white gull screams
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,─
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
── Oscar Wilde, Her Voice
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