Travniki svetlozeleni
v mehko sonce potopljeni,
veter v gozdni senci leži,
žito ne šumi.
Preko baržunastih preprog
stopam sam, tam počiva glog.
O da bi bila tukaj ti,
poljubil bi te na oči.
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