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Fiind obez camari cutreieram
Si asteptam ades langa cuptor,
Placinte moi pe banda-nfulecam
Cand jarul se stingea incetisor.
Cand sclavul curei de slabire am ajuns
Slabind vartos, al meu stomac urla
Si ma-ncerca un dor de nepatruns
De zilele cu zahar in cafea.
de mine, azi
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Oh my soul, let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes, look out at the things you've made. All things shinning...
Pvt. Train - Thin Red Line
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