Ergo uma rosa, e tudo se ilumina
Como a lua nao faz nem o sol pode:
Cobra de luz ardente e enroscada
Ou vento de cabelos que sacode.
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Don't look. The world's about to break. Don't look. The world's about to chuck out all its light And stuff us in the chokepit of its dark, That black and fat suffocated place Where we will kill or die or dance or weep Or scream of whine or squeak like mice To renegotiate our starting price. HAROLD PINTER
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