Mlade hčere truplo
Črna jama krije;
Poleg jame mati
Bridke solze lije.
Kar oko doseže,
Smeje se narava,
Pomlad po grobovih
Cvetje razsipava.
V joku svojo zgubo
Človek Bogu toži;
Slavec, drobni slavec
Pa vesele kroži.
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