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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2015-03-19 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | And winter goes on it’s way Its season is over and it is leaving I trace it to find its house To see its way of sleeping, eating and crying… It goes ill and sad I would say a little hello or maybe a joke to see it laugh But better to watch about my road Well, not quite a road but rather a bitter path I’m climbing descending daily, while crying and laughing. Sometimes I whistle and scream cause I can’t stay silent in my eternal solitude Can’t ever stop not saying a single word Almost meaningless trivial and hilarious word A world that can mean nothing It goes away but it stays, I do not stay and I leave… I sometimes hide behind trees to smell the green you can’t see To feel that life you can’t feel in the city To hear wolves crying and crying together To lie over a stone with eyes to heaven, I didn’t tell you I caught a gray star by the hearth I wach it wide over each night and I am sad I can’t be it and she laughs that it’s not like me
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