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Oscar Wilde1854–1900

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

Oscar Wilde on freedom

The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), Part I

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