This is the poem I purchased:
"The Plea"
and thought you had found a jewel;
and kneaded and rolled it
to change it into your dreams;
but it has travelled many a voyage,
and crossed many seas, climbing
ladders of Babel and Babylon;
molded life with a drop of nectar,
the age old juice;
crossed moats to ideals and lived the great philosophy;
take comfort; don't change me;
for our minds will unfold the
bold secrets of motion
and waves will flow as a fountain
and mountains will rise up
and hands will sift the seawater
and I'll be at your side.
- Ricardo 1975
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