Da bi toplo bilo,
zraven bilo ledeno...?
Da bi cvetno bilo
zraven bilo sneženo...?
Ah, kaj briga me svet...
Kaj mi mari, starini!
Pozimi zrem led
in poleti zrem cvet,
dedov ded,
tam v dolini...
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