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Phases floor hidden
phases to come to the street ...
Bane of my life!
Bane of my life!
I have phases to be yours,
I have others to be alone.
Phases that go and come,
In the secret calendar
that an arbitrary astrologer
invented for myself.
And the melancholy runs
your endless spindle!
I haven't met with anyone
(I have phases, like the moon ...)
On the day of someone to be my
isn't day of I be yours...
And, when arrives this day
the other disappeared ...
Cecília Meirelles
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