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Probabil,
Cand inima mea nu mai indica nordul,
Si orizontul cadenteaza la poli.
Oricand,
Gondola e sub ape
Si gandul deriva spre port
Uneori,
Cand credinta mea in perceptibil
Duce lipsa de culori
Mai des decat crezi,
Cand nu te pot avea.
Oridecate ori
Sunt singur in cort
Cameea mea
La piept sa te port.
Desigur,
Probabil,
Oricand
Uneori,
Mereu si
Concret
In fiece Marti
De luni pana joi

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