"Mati, mati! oh pustite,
Naj kropit ga z vami grem;
Saj ne bodem se jokala,
Krila žalost bom ljudem!"
Ko na odru ga zagleda,
Kako bled in terd leži;
Plane nanj, se ga oklene --
Dvema že zvečer zvoni!
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