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You wasted the shadows, you wasted your own hours of labour and you missed the beauty of the land!

There where the high rocks of Sitno are, she cannot hear my voice! For someone’s sad funeral? The joy of looking into your eyeswhen they radiate with ethereal joyforever, with sweet enthusiasm.

That our voice is week, we do admitbut poor us, what shall we do? But the inevitable law andtej chained him up to the dark and sad jail of fates with a marnia chain ; and the one worshipped by his spirit, dreaming about his comfort in herwas hidden from him behind many mountains!

He cannot capture or harm her virtue: There she appears in the eyes of Madonna.

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I shall tear open the heavy buckles of goldand a bunch of nice Raphaelian paintings is revealed in front of my eyes! He reaches in his chest, sings love spreading his sorrows around the field and the lightning of future hopes. These games, these flowers were setyet wrapped up in a more compact picture, into the cheeks of my beloved by the mother Glory. You, yound Slovakia, my birthplace and also the barrow grave of my bones!

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Never heard of a lovely deer in the sharp claws of wild eagleas it is dying in silent pleas? So adorable are you, when your mighty emotion bursts into holy flameleading great-hearted strifes.

Should they be just some mere reflections of my precious beauty? As you, the Tatras, when upon mountains you cast your golden cloud: You fly, you thief, from one lover to another and in your greed that is so reckless you steal the honey from the scented lips.

How sweet it is, living with an angel eternal row of angelic hourscalling the one your friendwho is the creator of the worlds! But thens she shouts for her hopeand on her lips, the safe. This bunch of colours is no coincidencehere, the mother nature is handing me the two colours of my nation. Do they perhaps envy the long ones that they see lying around. In every organ of the lovely living thousands of joys are flying. She is sitting there, nibbing on strawberriestying the flowers of freedom into garlandson her lips, innocent stills: How sublime it is, calling beauty your mothervirtue, truth your sweet sister and calling the peace your brother!

The nature is sleeping, and through the Heavens.

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Suddenly, the spirit of hope emerges in the angelic light of your body — and the beasts stopped threatening. The time should have already judged, after the day, the match with the nightly clouds ; soothsayers screaming about the morning from their perches through their hundredfold throats: As you are beautiful, my land, as I like your youthfulness: A delusional flash, an unfaithful son of unhappy daysmerciful enemy of the poora distant shade of happy hours: For whom it tolls?

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She embraces the distance of the sea with her arms a statue in white marble on the shore: Love is an idol gladly worshipped by the one creating wonders Also a slave on the wild banks of Ganges Is watching it, his beard hanging down: So I praise the daughter of my own soul, suddenly, the world around me disappears — suddenly there’s dawning again — who gives me faith? Do they perhaps envy the long ones that they see lying around the most beautiful surroundings of the body?

Hron is rolling its muddy waters stormily, cold stormy wind blowing from abovethere is an abandoned young man standing, standingpouring tears: Angel of goodness, innocence!

You, serious night, you silent nightyou queen of heavenly dreams!