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”Vidiš, moja Jagoda, rode su čudna bića. One izaberu jednog partnera, sa njim žive, izrode mlade, prave sa njim gnezda, putuju, i ako slučajno, a to nije retkost, neko od partnera ugine ili strada tokom tih selidbi, rode ne traže drugog. Rode, moja Jagoda, ostanu same i tuguju, i tuguju za svojim partnerom, i bez obzira kolika je ta tuga, one lete i trpe. Trpe, moja Jagoda.”
Vratiće se rode
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