Ko zaspal bom v smrti,
Ne kopljite jame,
Kjer vrste se križi;
Tam ni mesta za-me.
Na visoki Tatri
Jamo izkopljite,
Tri drevesa sveta
Na-njo zasadite.
Tam moj duh bo gledal
Na vse štiri strani,
Dokler bela zora
Dneva ne oznani.
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