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de sub fereastra mea într-un oraş de strada
în linişte, cu reverance, în veneraţie
lo! 'tis o gală de noapte
de ore de când sunt numerotate de zi
furtuna
foarte bine, ai liberalilor
melancolie, albastru a fost
darkest, ciudate mister
chihlimbar şi a fost crescut de la apus de soare pe râul
să ne daţi de vegetală
asculta la sondaj mare
cade ca seara


 



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