Ne place, da, ne place – p.122


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  1. mab

    “Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe.
    Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road. Take a drink, steal a light in the stultifying night.
    Think of anything that could disguise your life. But don’t dream of the girl with the golden hair, cause that dream is old, and there’s nothing there for you.”

    ti se parea trist? pana ai ascultat prea mult.


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