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Trecut-au ani si-n van e asteptarea,
Acelor vremi demult pierdute Si mi-am pierdut demult rabdarea Mi-a aparut fir alb in frunte. Si parca ieri eram copila Si ma jucam cu tine-n parc Ne alergam, ne luam de mana, Ne sarutam pe-obraji, ne-nbratisam. As vrea sa-ntorc acele vremuri, Dar nu se mai intorc nicicum Si-acum cand imi vorbesti, tu tremuri Si nu ne-am mai vorbit de luni. As vrea sa stii, ca-ai fost prima iubire Si prima nu se uita niciodata Chiar daca ani trec in nestire, Esti prima dragoste adevarata! Pentru cel care a fost prima mea dragoste.
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