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1904–1926

Kons

Srečko Kosovel

Ti mirno spiš. Tvoje belo čelo je kot mesečina. Ugnan sem.

Od ljudi, od hiš, edina družica moja: bolest. A grem z lučjo

nevidnih zvezd. Ti mirno spiš. Jaz sem grenak, grenak, težak.

A vendar poljubljam svoj križ.

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