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In albe nopti de toamne ruginii,
Te regaseam in frunza care moare, Pictata in nuante de culoare, Pe sevalete albe-argintii. Iti cautam mirosul oriental, In flori tarzii de toamna ce suspina , Privite intr- o mare de lumina, Cernita bland prin globul de cristal. Te alegeam din stele aurii, Sa fi luceafar prins in colivie, Alaturi jumatate pe vecie Sa-mi fi lumina noptilor pustii. Azi cand te caut febril prin amintiri, Strabat cu gandul toata departarea, Cuprinsa intre infinit si marea Adanc sapata-n inimi, de iubiri.
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