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In seara de iarna
Murira gindurile-n pace Ninge peste dureri Iar satul obosit acuma tace. Ninge cu noapte si stele Afara e miros de ger Ninge peste crestetul fruntilor mele Ninge-o tainica durere. Ninge-n suflete pustii Unde ghetarii freamata neobosit Ninge peste sufletele ce-au murit Ninge-o boare de durere. Ninge peste singuratati Cu-o baie de singe si lacrimi Satul e rosu in noapte Singuratatea urla-n pustietati. Peste toti si peste toate E o boare de durere Ninge-n singuratate Ninge cu gindurile mele.
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