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O noapte vine, alta trece,
Singuratati la sfat cu mine, Le tot alung, as vrea sa plece, Cand una pleaca, alta vine. Asa ma stiu dintotdeauna, Asa voi mai trai o moarte, Am vrut o viata, numai una, De ea o lume ma desparte. Iubeam lumina cu-a ei raza, Iubeam curata dimineata, Dintr-a-ndurarii tale oaza, Ma saturam in asta viata. Parinte bun, Puternic nume, Ce omul nu poate cunoaste, Te rog ma rupe de-asta lume Ia-mi darul de-a ma naste.
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