She’s a manner speaking.Even flowers don’t come back, green leaves.The — Alberto Caeiro, Collected Poems Alberto Caeiro

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She’s a manner of speaking.Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves.There are new flowers, new green leaves.There are other beautiful days.Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

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