So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by dayAnd wondered if each one of usWould end the selfsame wayFor none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray.

So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the selfsame way
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
Oscar Wilde

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So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by dayAnd wondered if each one of usWould end the selfsame wayFor none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray. Oscar Wilde

So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the selfsame way
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
Oscar Wilde