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1904–1926

Kons

Srečko Kosovel

Jezna jesen prihaja. Zvezde so cinične. Ena, dva, tri, štiri, pet, vsak preklet,

mi vsi, eden, dva, tri. Bela ograja, senčna vila.

Rosen zastor si odgrnila. Moja misel blesti bolj zvezde.

Grem brez cilja in tvoj pes name zalaja.

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