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Fac prinsoare cu o stea,
Iau martor vantul ce adie Si pun zalog durerea mea, Ca oi pleca in pribegie! Dau o viata pentr-un an, Dar sa fie-un an de vis, Decat s-o traiesc in van, Ca un muritor proscris. Dar oare ce-am ucis? Poate doar timpul uneori, Da, l-am ucis, precis, Din noapte pana-n zori. Otrava zilei imi patrunde, Cu-al sau pelin in sange… Ii simt amarul orisiunde Si-n piept ceva se frange… Dau tot amarul care va sa vie Pe-un an, nu vreau mai mult! Si-apoi m-oi duce-n pribegie De templul cerului s-ascult. 23.02.2000 adria
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