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plânge că nu-l este de peste
i agita părul meu în vânt, de dimineata
fi în mine ca şi veşnică moods
huddled trece prin pereţi şi urât
cum ca aceste stele sunt, de culoare albă, de nedescris se confruntă cu
el nu vorbeşte de bine
mergand pana, care se încadrează în jos
în linişte, cu reverance, în veneraţie
stau aici de partea mea

 



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