Asadar asa miroase linistea,
A rufe curate de iarna si ceai de musetel.
Ce fiinta ciudata aceasta serenitate
Iesita din mine si coborata in toate.
Asadar asta e gustul nemiscarii,
A mar de dimineata si sarut de revedere.

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