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1 " I heard splashing on the boather bare feetAnd sensed in our facesthe hungry duskMy heart swaying between herand the street, the roadI don’t know where I found the strengthto free myself from her eyesto slip from her armsShe stayed, crying through rain and glassclouded with grief and tearsShe stayed, unable to cryWait! I will comewalking with you. "
― Otero Silva
