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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-12-15 | [This text should be read in romana] | Zapezi tot cad pe caldarimul trist E departarea pentru noi durere, In fiecare fulg murim cite un pic E iarna iar, e rece, e tacere. Din albul asternut in nopti tirzii Iti fac iubire rochie de mireasa, Pe unde mergi, pe unde ai sa-mi fi Sa sti ca esti a mea, sa-mi vi mereu acasa. La foc de lemn sa te astept in prag Sa-ti incalzesc mereu privirea si sarutul, Pe buzele ce-ti ard de al meu drag Sa ne iubim cit lumea si pamintul.
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