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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-12-30 | [This text should be read in romana] | Submited by Ionescu Bogdan Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, Than if they flowed from mine. And do not droop! however drear The fate awaiting thee; For my sake combat pain and care, And cherish life for me! I do not fear thy love will fail; Thy faith is true, I know; But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail For such a life of woe. Were't not for this, I well could trace (Though banished long from thee,) Life's rugged path, and boldly face The storms that threaten me. Fear not for me -I've steeled my mind Sorrow and strife to greet; Joy with my love I leave behind, Care with my friends I meet. A mother's sad reproachful eye, A father's scowling brow - But he may frown and she may sigh: I will not break my vow! I love my mother, I revere My sire, but fear not me Believe that Death alone can tear This faithful heart from thee.
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