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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2003-12-04 | [This text should be read in romana] | fratele meu vant mi-a murit pe camp. Vrand-nevrand stau ascuns in pamant; si plang Vuiet imi suiera-n gand… Inchid ochii-adanc si-mi vad sufletul zburand, Aiurea se-nvarte catand rai; si rad fratele meu gand mi-alearga prin vant…
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