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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-03-27 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | To see your life, the whole In the mirror of three months, To feel the curse of sorrow In a memory that haunts, To watch the chance ripped apart In a moment of ignorance, To hear the beating of your heart Weaker than it was once, To know there is no escape From this solitude and cry, To beleive in love,hope and fate And still ask Him: "Why?", To feel the Heaven in your hand Slipping like clouds in sky, To wish that you would understand, The incapacity to try, To see your past so near Too close to be forgotten, To live in dreams amid your tears And want them to be rotten... If this you feel and this you do, With only the sky above, In this consists the grain of truth That God calls love...
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