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Lepe ruže v jene lasi ona zapletala je.
Fijolicu, beli klinčec, sake fele ružice.
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Walking through the fields, a mother is putting flowers in her daughter's hair. Seeing her adorned, the mother concluded what she, like all mothers, already knew: "There's no little girl as beautiful as mine."
Lepe ruže v jene lasi ona zapletala je.
Fijolicu, beli klinčec, sake fele ružice.
Nema lepše devojčice več od moje čerkice.
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Walking through the fields, a mother is putting flowers in her daughter's hair. Seeing her adorned, the mother concluded what she, like all mothers, already knew: "There's no little girl as beautiful as mine."