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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-07-29 | [This text should be read in romana] | Prin aer zboara porumbei Si albul lor vibreaza-n mine, E liniste in anii mei De-acum, si-n cei ce o sa vina. In zborul lor imi par ca-s ingeri Alunecind in vint usor, Cu puritatea lor divina Acum ma simt si eu alt om. Privesc la ei cum tainic zboara Ingeri nascuti pe cerul lin, De azi iubirea n-o sa moara Atita timp cit noi traim. De azi zburam si noi mai liberi Tu doar a mea si eu al tau, Tu porumbel venit din ingeri Te voi iubi mereu...mereu
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