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Urasc orice minciuna desi eu insumi mint,
Detest furia oarba cu toate ca o simt, Nu-mi place sa ma laud dar cateodat' o fac, Nu-mi place vorbaria desi nu pot sa tac. Iubesc pacea, armonia dar nu pot sa o-ntretzin, Urasc timpul care trece insa zilele tot vin, Admir inteligentza dar nu pot spune ca-s destept, Urasc stupiditatea dar intr-un fel ii sunt adept. As vrea sa fiu un as sub orisice aspect Dar imi dau singur seama ca nimeni nu-i perfect.
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