Mesicek mrtvy - budoucnost,
a Slunko - minulost nase,
mezi obema poleta
myslenka zivota plase.
Virive casy se vali,
minulost, pritomnost, budoucnost -
ach jedna se ve druhou hali.
Nekdy se mezi Mesicek
a Slunko stavime smele,
rouskou zastrem si budoucnost,
zijem az prevesele;
nekdy zas vrazi se klinem
Mesicek pred Slunko zivota,
a mysl je zastrena stinem.
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