''De tanta inspira莽茫o e tanta vida
Que os nervos convulsivos inflamava
E ardia sem conforto...
O que resta? uma sombra esvaecida,
Um triste que sem m茫e agonizava...
Resta um poeta morto!''
(脕lvares de Azevedo)
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