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There is a lonely lake
Moonlit for me and you
And like none for our sake.
There the dark white sail spread
To a vague wind unfelt
Shall make our sleep-life led
Towards where the waters melt
Into the black-tree'd shore,
Where the unknown woods meet
The lake's wish to be more,
And make the dream complete.
There we will hide and fade
Empty moon-bound all,
Feeling that what we are made
Was something musical.

Fernando Pessoa