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Кад у спаваћу ступи Дездемона,
Бијаше тихо, загушљиво мрачно
Само је месец вирео кроз окно
Радознало, с туђег небесклона.

И мавар страшни с изгледом дракона,
Што сву вече пијаше кипарско вино,
Приђе јој, - он је чекао је давно, -
Не хајућ дал ће заплакати она.

Напрасно и с безизлазном тугом
Она је грабила својом руком танком
Његове челичне руке- ал бијаше касно.

И, задихана, размишљаше она:
«О ,збиља, у дане када грми рат
Он је тако грозан и непознат!»

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