Črez pesek bel, od senc poljubovan,
gre ljuba nasproti ta krasni dan.
Vzbrstele so nežne ji grudi,
mehke so in polne ji tudi;
čim mečje so in polneje,
tem bolj moje srce bolno je.
Ali ti si mi bleda ko beli sneg,
ko beli, že davno skopneli sneg!
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