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He dreamt he rose her in his arms
Sorounded by the blossom trees
Her eyes were raining happiness
And she was gazing so in love…

He dreamt the passion of a kiss
A moment longer than Forever
yet this was all a dream of wine
And none of this would be…

The ice is always thin over this water
The flow has never stoped to run
I’d go with YOU; I’ll drown with YOU
if this Must be my path to give!
This is nevertheless your river…

Cirjan Dragos
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