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Ma treyisem ast noapte pe jumatate
Chel Asa un frumos i gingas Pur Cel... Dar oglinda frumusetea miresei se tot clatina Si Oastea firelor de par ce Plecau Se tot oglinda si innainta... Si am aruncat cu O Ci Bot A in oglinda asta yamtata... Si am disparut eu frumosul de mine Si iata ca Dimineata am gasit intre Vindecat de o Pasare care era mare ca o Caldare... Si cred ca era o gaina din ograda Vecina... Care scapase de o Col ulul postat drict pe Hat mai departe de grin di na Se intinse o pi nin gine... Fu ni gi ne... Si buricul Pamantul a disparut... S+a facut ne va yu t... Asa a scapat chica mea de Freyat...
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