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O mar está cor de ciclame-púrpura... Apanho os ciclames, entre cor-de-vinho e rubro, e pouso o rígido marfim e fogo claro das pétalas sobre mim; não poderia agora retirar-me pois o mar está cor de ciclame-púrpura, ciclame-rubro, cor das últimas uvas, cor da púrpura das flores, cor-de-ciclame e escuro.
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