A Ghost or a Dream

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What will you do when the tides seize the day
and come to rest, and the gulls fly away.

Where will you be when the last ocean yawns,
to swallow the sky, and blot out the dawn.

Stifling the sun, plunging you into night
from torn pages of seasons in their flight.

How will you feel, will you start to regret,
your fate is seal'd to the ages, and yet—  

— what if I'm real?
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