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Numele tau ,adie parfumul,
Bradului ars, din focul mocnit, In tihna tacerii ,iese doar fumul Pe hornul casutei ce azi ne-a unit. Ochii iti joaca in para luminii A focului care, te mingiie cald, Eu te privesc , in betia iubirii Scinteie a lunii, sint steaua ce ard. Mi-e gura uscata, de dorul de tine Buzele-mi pling, crapate de vint Parca visez totu-i magie Dar esti cu mine, si-mi vine sa pling. Sintem acasa , in casa iubirii Cladita cu lacrimi, si plina de flori, E sarbatoare iubire, iar noi, mirii, Vom face dragoste, pina in zori.
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