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Сон. Утренняя болтовня

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Ste tak neskutočne pekná,
čo v sne videli ste dnes?
«Breh a lekná,
mesiac, les.»

A čo ešte? Slúži tomu,
kto ľúbi, ten nočný zráz…
túžbu v nás.»

Koho skrýval porast riečny?
Tvárite sa nesmelo…
«Ach, bol driečny —

Vari bol jak žiara komét,
hoden vás dvoch, vašich pier?
«Áno. Poet,

Akúže to skrytú krásu
vedel zmeniť na nôtu?
«Ťarchu času,

Cítili ste chvenie lona,
počúvajúc básnenie?
ja však nie!»

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