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Intai imi creste marea in ochi
si-n valurile albastre te vad cazand lacrima peste inima mea insetata prea mult de tine , fiordurile destinului ma abat de la clipa si trec mai departe spre zorii in care am sa te ating mai mult decat cu visul , cu patima , ce mi-o canti in ploile lin curgand si-n tremurul frunzelor cazand , voi bea atunci din paharul inimii tale lumina picurandu-ma emotie cu stropi de azur fierbinti si n-am sa ma pierd caci n-ai sa ma minti...
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