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1869–1910

Razstanek I.

Anton Medved

Glej, ura se bliža – ločila se bova, in bogve kdaj vidiva spet se in kje! Za naju je ena resnica gotova, da ljubi brez vsakega upa srce.

Vse solze, ki tebi namakajo lice, ves mrak, ki pokriva moj bledi obraz, ne morejo zbrisati bridke resnice, a rana zaceliti more le – čas.

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