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Porumbele
La rascruce e un copacel Care face porumbele. Primavara e plin de spini, Si ploua. Acum e Vara si sunt verzi-albastre, Au crescut anul acesta mai mari, E semn de bunastare. Sunt amare. Se coc porumbelele, Toamna tarziu se coloreaza in violet de bruma. Le culeg Iarna, Dulci, Si ma gandesc la tine.
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