Z glasnim šumom s kora
Orgle so donele,
Druži se z donenjem
Glas soseske cele:
"Bodi počeščena
Rajska ti devica,
Vseh nebes i zemlje
Naših src kraljica!"
Tak soseska poje,
I na prsi bije.
Skoz visoka okna
Jasno solnce sije.
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