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Sujet
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Let me enter in your suspended garden,
pick up the flowers of the unstained soul,
drink the dew of rising lights, the lazyness
of the absence melt with the beauty of
gardenias. Let me walk in the alleys of
sagittarian kindness, share memories
of the drifting schools on the other blank
of wooded hills, let me see the rainbow of roses,
of bridges of heart, dream above the quiet
urban canopy, let me enter in your garden,
tasting safe ignorances and faraway fruits,
by chance from the travels of your hands.
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