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Rating: 4.3

All at once, as if in play,
Mademoiselle, she who moots
a wish to hear how it sounds today
the wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray
tried out here in a country place
was better when I put them away
to look more closely at your face

Yet this vain whistling I suppress
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Selenaru Negrea 25 July 2008

Nice, but not one of his best poems.

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