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Gdi ma milá.
You say that beauty is a rose,
And you are right—I cannot doubt it;
Show me the garden where it grows,
And I will never be without it.
I'll pluck it every day—and be
Fresh as the buds the dews drop over,
A never-fading flower to thee—
Be thou to me—a faithful lover.Na Tureckém pomezj.
Upon the turkish boundary,
A watchman hath one child alone,
O God! O God! what bliss 'twould be,
If I could call that girl mine own.
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