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la ultima-mi place, sau dacă nu va
Am făcut un jurământ, o dată, unul numai
munti, sunt silentioase populare
de ce sunt lucrurile pe care nu au nici un deces
mi iau bratari
calm, ca faptul că două vara
ciudat de companie care a venit de pe picioare cârmeală
cum ca aceste stele sunt, de culoare albă, de nedescris se confruntă cu
Când am revenit la apus
de noapte este întuneric, şi de vânt de iarna
am văzut Arhangheli în măr-mi copac ultima noapte

 



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