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Cand ma uit la tine, nimic nu mai conteaza.
Totul parca a atipit, dar totusi, ce vibreaza? Ma uit in jur, nu vad nimic... Ma uit la stele, toate-au adormit, Dar luna inca mai clipeste, Iar cand bat din palme, lumea se trezeste. E-atata haos, aici, in jur; Ma uit inspre azur, Apare-o ceata cenusie... Inima inca te stie, Dar unde esti? Nu te mai vad, vreau sa-mi vorbesti, Sa-mi spui cat ma iubesti, Dar nu ma mai gasesti. Ma zdruncini cu ochii zorilor, S-aud ca striga un cocor, Sa vin spre-amiaza si sa zbor, Apoi ma fac ca dorm, Si... eu de fapt... Eu... mor!
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