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adevărata mea dragoste de la ea a crescut de pernă
am auzit de ei, în noapte
frate, eu sunt de foc
răspândire sub un copac castan
mama mea m-a invatat ca in fiecare noapte
de ce atunci, trebuie să ne vezi?
M-am dus în sus şi în jos pe străzi
i calea mea merge complacently
vechi de vest, în timp vechi
s-ar putea fi cunoscut-o mai devreme în primăvara anului
lor în golan regimentals
ai auzit

 



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