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Un el,o ea
Totul este frumusete cand e soare plin E o dulce incantare parca_el si ea Indragostiti se ating timid dar ferm Pe o strada laturalnica_un el,o ea. Toate sunt frumuseti cand e cer senin Nori pufosi dar albi deasupra lor. Se cunosc, se ating, priviri isi sorb Intr-un parc mic,cochet de la sosea. Trec, trec stoluri lin pe albastrul diafan Spulberand vazduhul rar de raze incarcat Admirandu-se se-ntrec la cicalit Porumbeii zbat din aripe priviti de el si ea. Tocmai s-a zarit in departari de zari Un negru nor dar a fugit-n vant. O ea,un el privindu-se cu amor Se dragostesc ca toti de varsta lor.
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