Gorje mu, kdor v življenju,
zaprt v samoten hram,
bolesti svoje toži
zidovom gluhim sam!
Kdor nima ene duše,
da truden poleg nje
zaupno bi razkrival,
kaj čuti mu srce!
Ko pride bela žena,
on leže v hladni stan,
v življenju in po smrti
enako – zakopan.
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