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Un Trandafir Creste la Firida mea 2017
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18.05.2018
A rose rose to my thirst,
And she leans down her leaves, Longs
her way to my bones,
And seems to die more,
Lost the way it looks to mine,
And seems to die di dor.
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I'm writing a book to write,
To write a wish of mine,
To write a letter of my own longing,
To them to the forests,
To write a letter of my miss,
Le le and forests.
And she leans down her leaves, Longs
her way to my bones,
And seems to die more,
Lost the way it looks to mine,
And seems to die di dor.
https://Versuri.ro/w/bei7
I'm writing a book to write,
To write a wish of mine,
To write a letter of my own longing,
To them to the forests,
To write a letter of my miss,
Le le and forests.
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