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The illusions
They are passing things
The disillusions
Follow us our entire life
In the light of the sun
Although the flowers are innocent
Without seizing, the night
Transforms them
But the blue of morning
Swallows the dark night
Meanwhile the stone cries
A new day is made
And a new horizon radiate
They follow together
Day and night, night and day
As light flash of passion
On the loneliness of the cold night
poem by Verinha Mariano
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