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Complete, First published Nov 25, 2017
Dazdiva noc sem tam dazdivy den 
                 prechadzam zivotom a nevidim smer

                 Stale to hladam stale neviem
                 klukata cesta na nej milion mien
                 
                 Hladame stale hladame ten
                 smer v ktorom ostat ci zas dalsi den
                 
                 Pritom jak slnko vychadza ven 
                 spomenies nato jak si zase ten 
                 
                 co hlada sam seba v tej kope mien 
                 zas dalsie rano mozno len sen
                 pritomnost seba pritomny tien
                 mysel za stenami ubohych tiel
              
                
          uz nasiel som to pocom patral som hej 
                 konecne vidim co som nevidel
                 vidim to presne uz nasiel som smer
                 patral som dlho uz nejaky den
                 nakoniec samota ukazala ten 
                 
                 smer v ktorom ostanem
                 uz navzdy to viem 
                
 riadim sa slovami mojho rozumu pier uz pocujem 
                 to co som vzdy pocut chcel
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