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Ce dor imi e de luna plina,
de ochii ce imi dau lumina, de parul ce-mi atinge pieptul, de zambetu-ti cum nu e altul. Iar buzele-ti ce-mi dau putere impreunate cu-ale mele atat de dor imi e de ele! Frumoasa esti a mea iubire ascunsa-n vremuri de-amintire; dar tu esti chiar si mai frumoasa atunci cand esti la mine-n brate. Ce greu mi-a fost atunci cand eu traiam fara de gustul tau; viata toata mi-era stearsa iar inima nu-mi era-ntreaga. Cat de departe acum ai fi in suflet tu imi esti aproape si parca aud a tale soapte, ce ma indruma zi cu zi.
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