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Usnila je dubok sanak
sa Kosova Rada
pa se svome milom, dragom
u narucju jada

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Hej, dragi, dragi
bozurove sadi
ja cu vodu, a ti koren
nek izniknu mladi

Vidis, dragi, sirom polja
bozurova nema
samo kamen, ljuto trnje
pod oblakom drema

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Da procveta ravno polje
oko manastira
i da pastir ispod brda
u frulu zasvira

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