Sonce sije.
Zbudil sem se.
Mislim še na cirkus
in na Kolombino.
Sonce po cesti,
z menoj gre sonce.
V trafiki kupim
štiri Zeta.
O, kako majhna
je trafika
v primeri s soncem.
Človek je kakor martinček,
ki ima rad sonce.
In vendar.
Sonce gre za menoj.
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