Naš pogum je trpeti,
preboleti temo,
z novo silo živeti,
z novo lučjo.
Pot.
Kdo bi obupoval nad njo.
Kdor zna - jo presveti
z novo lučjo.
Kot Picassovi obrazi
knjiga novih lic,
v nas pretajni so ukazi
novih resnic.
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