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Nu seamana nimeni cu tine,
Nimeni nu are parul tau, Si nu sunt clipe pentru mine, Sa-ti jur ca nu-mi va pare rau, Daca-mi ramai asa frumoasa In rasarit, dar si-n amurg, Cand plange noaptea-ntunecoasa De teama umbrelor ce curg. La tine-n palme orice floare, Prinde culoare, prinde viata, Si doar privind-o uit cat doare, Trecuta noastra, dimineata. Sub pasii gandurilor vechi, Se-ascund, necunoscuti fiori, Crescuti din suflete perechi, Si ofiliti,de tot atatea ori.
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