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Znovu more – ryby, hvyli
Sonce, hory, hlyby – vilno
Ochi v zmorshkah – radist, dobre
U voloshkah zamist kovdry

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Zyttya znov zakruzlya v valsi
Znov spalahne vitrom
Stane zemlya spohadom
Nas nadyhne

Moze skoro stane osin
Znykne more z namy zovsim
Bude sumno, z chasom tyho
Potim shumno, z dzazom, smihom

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