The moonlight when it shines on the grass,
I don’t know what it reminds me of...
It reminds me of my old maid
Telling me fairy tales.
And Our Lady dressed as a beggar
Helping mistreated children...
If I can’t believe they’re true anymore,
Why does the moonlight shine on the grass?
(3/4/1914)
From The Keeper of Flocks by Alberto Caeiro
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