Tiha so polja, srebrno blestijo,
svetli oblaki nad poljem hitijo,
svetli oblaki, beli labodi,
mirno gredo v svoji svobodi.
Za soncem gredo, ko sonce gasni,
in z njimi moja misel temni,
o, oni gredo, a misel ostane
in straži te zapuščene poljane.
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