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France Preseren - O, Vrba, Happy Village, My Old Hme
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O, Vrba, happy village, my old home -
My father`s cottage stands there to this day.
The lure of learning beckoned me away.
Its serpent wiles enticing me to roam,
 
Else had I never known that heart`s joy,
Sweet promise, could become a poisoned draught,
Not known myself of self-belief bereft,
Tossed in internal tempests like a toy.

A dowry riches never could surpass,
A faithful heart, a hand that`s made for work,
Would have come with a chosen country lass

Serenely onward would have sailed my bark,
My house from fire, my corn from hailstorm loss
Safeguarded by my neighbour near, Sain Mark.
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