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acolo nu a fost niciodată un sunet de lângă lemn, dar
Doar ca degetele mele de pe aceste taste
acestea pot vorbi de dragoste într-o vilă
acum, în timp ce buzele mele sunt de viaţă
de ce sta mereu acolo Frisoane
păzit în cort
pentru i a fost un pustiu, consilier de grave
i care doresc să o remarcă
printre fum de ceaţă şi de după-amiază de decembrie
copilul care a aruncat departe de frunze după frunze
a venit şi mi-a luat de mână
pustiu şi singur


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