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Ak, siela tavoji miegojo…

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Ak, siela tavoji miegojo —
Kaip veidrodžiai miega kietai,
Bet saulėtu debesiu rojaus
Tu mano širdy nušvitai.

Aš ir nežinojau, jog siela
Žvaigždėm spindulingai patvins,
Kad laimę išmelsčiau iš Dievo
Prabilusioms tavo akims.

Aš ir nežinojau, jog siela
Taip garsiai skambėti galės,
Kad laimę išmelsčiau iš Dievo
Tom lūpon lyg žiedas gėlės.

Džiauguosi, kad buvo man duota
Ir tavojo kūno kaitra,
Ir siela tavoji sparnuota,
Visa tu – gyva ir tikra.

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