All hushed and still within the house;
Without - all wind and driving rain;
But something whispers to my mind,
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again? Why not again?
Memory has power as real as thine.
Emily Brontë
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Totu-i mut, nemiscat in casa
Totu-i mut, nemiscat in casa;
Fara de vant si ploaia grea;
Insa ceva-mi sopteste-n gand,
Prin ploaie si vantul plangand,
Din nou nicicand.
Din nou nicicand? De ce nicicand?
Memoria egala-n tarie cu tine fiind.
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