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Dangus verkia džiaugsmo ašarom...

Smulkiais lašais,
Ištroškusiu gėlės žiedu,
Tylia melodija,
Purvinomis balomis,
Suvilgytos žolės kvapu
                                                                        Nuo daugybės skėčių kraštų krenta
                                                                                                                           mažos,
                                                                                                                          trapios,
                                                                                                                       stebuklingos
                                                                                                                           ašaros ir
                                                                                                                             rieda
                                                                                                                           žemės
                                                                                                                        skruostais...

                           O mes pastovėkime džiaugsmingai LIETUJE .
                                                        [Kartu.]