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01/23/2010

Cupe se saruta peste mese

Sorbindu-se adesea goale

Se ung pe spate violine

Tipand rime extaziate

Pe pieptul piersicilor albe

Odihna isi cauta trei lacrimi

Totul imi pare un ospat valpurgic

La care numai gandul mi-a ajuns

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