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ЯК УМРУ, ТО ПОХОВАЙТЕПереклавЮЛІЙ КОКАВЕЦЬZÀVETKed' ja zomriem, zahrabte ma,biatia, na mohule,prostrcd stepi Siro-sîrej,v U krajine milcj,by urodné lâny poli,Dneper prostred lucinbolo vidiet, bolo pocut’,ako reve — buci.Kod’ poncsic z Ukrajinydo belasÿch morikrv tyransku, potom і jarodné lâny, hory,vsetko nccham, potom uznâmvsemocného Boha,—• pomodlmi sa . . . No dovtedy —ja nepoznâm Boha.Porhowajte. A povstante,puta zlomte smoloa polejte slobodienkukrvoiA nepriatel’ov !A па mil a vo vefkom rode,v rode vol’nom, novom,pamatajte, spomente sidobrÿm, tichÿm slovom.[1845] Julius Kokavec343

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