Poezie
Love
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Mediu
The waiting
Life, it is lost for me
The suffering is mine
For I will never see
My King, my loving bride.
From our great love
A star has born
The brightest from the sky,
But now, in pain I\'m all alone
And our star shall die.
Slowly, my body I lay down
Upon the mountains high.
For one last time him grace divine
To me appears and shines,
As crimson tears fall from my eyes
For love I wait to die.
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Vezi ca ai o gresala in strofa a doua versul doi( has=was).