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A fost o vreme cand intelegeam si iubeam norii,
Ii cunosteam dupa nume pe fiecare, Iar transpiratia lor imi amintea diminetile noastre, Dintr-un inceput cu inorogi si tu neichipuit de frumoasa. Au trecut zapezi de atunci,ruginite toamne, Si tu ai trecut dragostea mea,duruta trecere. Nu am stiut sa-ti spun cat de mult imi lipseste, De atunci,norul care mi te aducea in fiecare zi.
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