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Cítím jakés něžné pohlazení

Нежно небывалая отрада…

Cítím jakés něžné pohlazení,
radost nebývalou v hrudi mám.
Ničeho mi teď už třeba není,
tebe, ani štěstí nehledám.

Jen to chtěl bych bez vzdoru a hoře:
tichý, věčně tichý, zlatý klid,
dvanáct tisíc stop hluboké moře
nad svou hlavou navždy uzavřít.

Snad by mne klid hlubin sladce choval,
věčný hukot moře zkonejšil,
jen kdybych byl nikdy nemiloval,
nezpíval a vůbec nebyl žil.

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