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Daca nu se duce mintea
Sus la ceruri sau la moarte, Prea usor se rataceste La vorbirile desarte. Si de nu se odihneste Mila pacii intru noi, Vom gasi mereu pricina De gâlceava si razboi. Iar cand nu ne dam silinta Spre cunoasterea de sine, Cântarim mai totdeauna Numai faptele straine.
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