Med borovjem temnim
Mlada breza rase,
V lastnem svetu tuja
Stoji sama za-se.
Tuja dolga leta
Raste sredi lesa,
Vetra moč jo maje,
Listje jej otresa.
Veter nosi listje
Sestram v daljne kraje,
Tam jim o samici
Sporočila daje.
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