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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-10-15 | [This text should be read in romana] | Sta bruma la fereastra ca sa cada Si focul toarce susotind povesti, Pe uliti e miros de toamna Iar tu frumoasa , ma iubesti. Totul e altfel cind privesc la noi In toamna asta rece, dar a noastra, Pe buze simt si-acum parfumul tau E toamna noastra, doar a noastra. Iubesc sa stiu ca esti a mea Ca-n al meu suflet ai tu casa, Eu nici o toamna n-as avea De n-ai fi tu, a mea ,...frumoasa.
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