Verte, ze take hvezdicky
mnoho, ba mnoho boli,
kazda si s nami narika
slzave na oudoli.
Maji svou drsnou lopotu,
toci se, bezi, sviti,
sto tisic mil vam prebehnou
pro kousek zivobyti.
Do unavy se lopoti,
tryzni sva zlata tela,
kosmicky prach si stiraji
ze vzneseneho cela.
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