She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.Its like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I cant stop having.How vast the field and interior love... !I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.
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About Alberto Caeiro, O Pastor Amoroso
Alberto Caeiro, O Pastor Amoroso.