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Prin palmele tale curg raurile
cu suflete cu tot , pline de dor le-am luat catre mine si le-am pus pe pieptul meu sa-mi rasara izvoarele si sa-mi susure apele , fiori de lumina sfasiara timpul pierdut printre secundele sarutului tau ce urma si zarile fierbeau albastre si ne pierdeam incet prin astre... copii de fericire plini , cu gandurile crescute undeva langa inima si soaptele lunii ametindu-ne iar sarutul tau albastru nascand univers sa te-nchini !
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