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Atata toamna dau din mine,
Suspin in strune descordate Stridente melodii destrabalate Si glasul meu e-o comedie pentru tine Pe buze-mi stau si azi aceiasi ingeri Cu aripile-ntinse spre trecut Formand involuntar un scut Si transformand cuvintele in plangeri Scuip pene,rumegus si zgura Si uneori chiar ma transform in liliac M-agat de toamna si opac Incerc sa tip uitand ca nu am gura
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