Pesem 74
V mrak ujeta
silhueta
je na travah valovala.
Stara duša
vsa prosojna
starcu v nedrju zaplala.
Božja volja
trmoglava
starca v travi pokopala.
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Tiha noč, mrzla noč
v sajasti tišini.
Od nekod trd korak
v ulico zaide.
Kakor val odšumi
hladen ples silfide.
Potlej mir, težek mir
v mrzli mesečini.
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V starem oknu beli križ,
v…
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