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M-a privit neincrezator
cand i-am spus ca nu am timp,
anii ma trag dospind de picioare,
cern din mine tot ce-am avut de zis in faina
si ma zbarcesc
in framantatul mainilor batrane,
va fi tarziu cand
imi va prinde gustul,
din firimituri se vor satura
alte pasari din cer.
N-am avut niciodata
timpul pe mana,
l-au strans de pe drumuri
sa nu-mi agat crusta de el.

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