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Te-ai întreba?

Daca-i trăi în lumea mea
Curând, mult prea curând, te-ai întreba
De ce e toată-atât de rea,
Şi ce o face să tot fie-aşa.
Te-ai întreba..
De ce e norul plumburiu,
De ce mă mai silesc să scriu,
De ce e totul trecător,
Şi oare.. de ce toate dor..

Daca-i trăi în mintea mea,
Curând, mult prea curând, ai spune că e rea.
Te-ai întreba de ce e doar tristeţe,
De ce nu văd în toate, frumuseţe.
 Te-ai intreba..
De ce sunt gândurile-amare,
De ce speranţa-ncet dispare,
De ce e totul trecător,
Şi oare.. de ce toate dor..

Daca-i vedea sufletul meu
Curând, mult prea curând, ai spune că-i prea greu
Te-ai întreba, de ce e pururi frământare
De ce-i pustia fără de hotare
Te-ai întreba..
De ce loveşte valul ne-ncetat,
De ce iubirea m-a uitat,
De ce frumosu-i trecător,
Şi oare.. de ce toate dor..

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