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Stele


Nu mai străluciti, voi, stele?
Unde vă e-acum lumina?
Prin miliardele de ere
Vi sa ars din voi făclia..

Nu mai strălucesti, tu, soare?
Și să arzi aprins, ca focul?
Dup-atația ani de zile
Ți-ai pierdut și tu azi locul..

Dar tu, inimă ce-ai fost aprinsă
Nici un soare, nici o stea
Din univers desprinsă
Nu iți intrecea lumina

Dar,
De tristețe-ai fost cuprinsă
Și de patimi ai fost stinsă..
Și sa stins din mine soare
Și sa stins din mine stea
Invinsă.

Nu rămane dacât șoapta
O făclie ruginită

Nu rămane decat noaptea
O făcile rătăcită

Dar, de unde vine focul?
Și de unde vin și stele?
Și de unde își au locul,
Dorul și patimile mele.

Și se-aprinde, mă cuprinde
Dragostea de dinainte
O făclie, de iubire,
Arde-acum adânc în mine
Fără de oprire.





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