Snovi, snovi, žive snovi, kad su cvali kestenovi. Sklapam oči, cvat se prosu u ruke ti, i u kosu. Vraćaju me dragi snovi, kad su cvali kestenovi, i dok pada pljusak cvjetni, mi smo, na tren, opet sretni…
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