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Trecu copila-ncantatoare
Si sprintena ca pasarea: In mana-i stralucea o floare Si nou referen pe buze-avea. Doar ea putea sa mai raspunda, Ah, sufletului meu uitat; Venind in noaptea mea profunda, C-un zambet l-ar fi-nseninat! Dar tineretea nu-i, vai mie!... Adio, raza ce-ai sclipit, Parfum, copila, armonie... Trecea norocul, - a fugit!
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