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Three Poems by Alberto Caeiro

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I never kept sheep,But it’s as if I had.My soul is like a shepherd,It knows the wind and the sunAnd walks hand in hand with the Seasons,Following and looking.All the peace of peopleless NatureComes to sit by my side.But I feel as sad as a sunset isTo our imagination,When we see it fading in the distanceAnd feel the night enterLike a butterfly through the open window.

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