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Visul unei nopti de iarna , l-am pierdut in perne moi.
Era foc de dor de tine , peste vanturi fara ploi. Vad un vultur care zboara , din inaltul cer albastru. Imi ridic gandul la tine , sa fac cuib in san de astru. Vulturi vin apoi spre mine , intr-o iarna prea geroasa. Pe zapada alba pura , raman urmele de sange ale sufletului meu de acasa. Deodata cerul gol se asaza in cap la masa si asteapta ca sa vina o mireasa.
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