Sa-mi cante vioara
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Îmi place ca in momentele din viața mea să existe un final. Vreau să fie finalul nostru , nu vreau să mai aștept să îți găsești sentimentele , dacă erau existente , erai lângă mine , nu vreau să încercăm din nou și nici să creăm iluzii, vreau sa-mi cante vioara si sa te privesc in ultimul fum de tigara.
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