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The real voyage of discovery consists not in making new landscapes but in having new eyes. Proust
L 1209:
Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars...(Fly Me to the Moon, sung by Frank Sinatra)
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See, dear, what thy lover brings; 'Tis the flower with the white wings. Buoyed upon the quiet stream In the spring it lay adream. (Henrik Johan Ibsen .. With a Water-Lily)
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So set its sun in thee, What day is dark to me--What distance far, So I the ships may see That touch how seldomly Thy shore?