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Nu am crezut ca violetele Isi vor revarsa vreodata Amurgul in sufletele noastre. Si am trecut prin viata Cu Dragostea de mana, Cantand, in pasi de vals, Eu si dragostea ta. Si-am rasarit dinspre Apus Crezand ca voi putea schimba o lume,,, In castelul de dor al noptii insa, Ultimele lacrimi se oglindeau in stele Si se credeau picaturi de iubire. Si atunci… M-a risipit, m-am adunat, M-ai risipit printre nisipuri de gheta. Comete si stele chicotesc sub pamant. Sunt ganduri, sunt vise, sunt clipe, Inscrise in inimi de piatra, Culese in iarna, iubite de vant. M-am ridicat sa ma aplec, M-am aplecat sa ma inclin, Dar zarile se risipisera toate… Si-am alergat in vis Si m-am trezit plangand, Langa o floare strivita de noapte.
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