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Why [De ce?]
More thoughtful and disheartened, too,
On the same road he went away
He didn't smile like used to do...
Oh, why on Earth he came my way?
He's mad at me or so it seems:
His heart is cold? I cannot say,
I troubled not his cloudless dreams...
Oh, why on Earth he came my way?
But at my window from the drive
With dreary eyes he looked today
Maybe his love is still alive...
If not, why would he come my way?
poem
by
Iulia Haşdeu
, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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