Tiha luna se dviguje,
Cvetke vklanjajo glave,
Mlačen veter milo duje,
Rosne zvezdice gore,
V logi pevci vsi molčijo,
Slavec sam ne obmolči;
Dne sinove vsi pospijo,
Le ljubezen ne zaspi,
Oh, ljubezen plameneča
V srci mojem ne zaspi!
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