Lavoura Arcaica
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The doves in my yard
were free to fly.

:25:51
They took long journeys,
but they always returned.

:25:55
For it was nothing,
but love what we had to exchange.

:26:03
They flew far away and I could
recognize them on distant rooftops.

:26:09
Among stray birds
I hoped someday...

:26:14
would come to my immense garden.
:26:29
It was Ana, Pedro.
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It was Ana.
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My hunger was for Ana.
:26:41
Ana was my illness.
:26:44
She was my insanity.
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My breath...
:26:53
my blade...
:26:56
and my chill.

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