Kadar ostri pik bučele
Rani zdravo nam roko,
Jedna le peščica zemlje
Bolest nam vmiri hudo.
Ko morilni pik ljubezni
Rani dragi mir srca,
Grob jedini je ozdravi
Neizrečnega gorja.
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