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Se facea ca eram un om obosit de-atata infinitate Se facea ca increcam sa iubesc o divinitate Eu cred ca oamenii sunt vesnice iluzii spulberate Eu cred in suferintele lor binecuvantate Eu stiu doar de lacrimile-mi crucificate Eu stiu doar de suferintele-mi unicate. Eram intocmai ca o cenusa in focul necrutator Eram un pui de om de stele nevazator Intr-adevar se implineste visul de om neascultator Intr-adevar se stie ca viata e un foc razbunator Eu sper odata sa recunosc timpul ocrotitor Eu sper ca voi putea sa-mi amintesc chipu-mi ratacitor. anamaria(LORA)
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