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1921–1943

Tvoj berač

France Balantič

V bleščanju tvojih sem oči ujet, zenic vriskanje žejen v dušo srkam, kako naj jaz na dvorec tvoj potrkam, ko siromašen sem jesenski cvet?

Pa saj usmiljena si in bogata! Nasuj poljubov žarkih mi kot žita in tvoja razpuščena plava kita naj bo pod lokom mojih rok kot zlata.

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