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Vytas DRUNIS<\/b>
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Ak, tos ry\u0161kios rugpj\u016b\u010dio \u017evaig\u017ed\u0117s!
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Jos neleid\u017eia nakt\u012f u\u017emigt.
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Nesakyk, kad vasara baig\u0117si, \u2013
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Papra\u0161yk j\u0105 ilgiau pasilikt.
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Papra\u0161yk, kad gandrai ir kreg\u017edut\u0117s
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Neskub\u0117t\u0173 svetur i\u0161l\u0117kt.
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O tos varnos! K\u0105 varnos?
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Jos tik taikos mane apr\u0117kt.
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Tokios ry\u0161kios rugpj\u016b\u010dio \u017evaig\u017ed\u0117s…
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Tyliai krinta \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietus.
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Ne\u017einau, kokia diena ryt bus.
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Kar\u0161\u010diai baig\u0117s, ir langus
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Plauna \u0161altas rugpj\u016b\u010dio lietus.
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Liutauras Klemensas KASULAITIS<\/b>
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Stilingi\u0161kasis<\/i>
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Mus kaitra vasarin\u0117 myl\u0117jo,
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Ir bangoms mus bu\u010diuoti patiko.
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Mums tada visai ner\u016bp\u0117jo,
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Kad jaunyst\u0117 kaip stilius mums tiko.<\/p>\n

Prijaukinome j\u016brinius v\u0117jus,
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Liet\u0117m mari\u0173 \u017euv\u0117dros sparnus.
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Ar tada tu b\u016btum tik\u0117jus,
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Kad sapnuosim stilingus sapnus?<\/p>\n

Mums kadais \u0161itaip tiko jaunyst\u0117,
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J\u016bros miesto rytin\u0117 rasa.
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Senas veidrodis pradeda klysti…
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Kur tas stilius… kur buvo tada?
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Vida VOSYLIEN\u0116<\/b>
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Laim\u0117s spindulys<\/i>
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Tu neli\u016bd\u0117k,
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kai i\u0161skrenda gandrai,
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\u0161irdy jau\u010diu \u2013
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sve\u010diuosis ten jie neilgai.
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Praleis \u017eiemos
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speigus (dabar toki\u0173 n\u0117ra),
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parskris \u012f t\u0117vi\u0161k\u0119
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su ilgesio ir nerimo daina.
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O gal neras lizd\u0173,
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juk v\u0117tros siau\u010dia,
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sunk\u016bs lietaus la\u0161ai
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lizdus ir \u017eem\u0119 prausia.
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D\u017eiaugsis gandrai,
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sugr\u012f\u017e\u0119 \u012f gimtus namus,
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pavasar\u012f parne\u0161\u0119 \u012f T\u0117vyn\u0119…
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Su \u0161ypsena \u0161irdy sutiksim juos \u2013
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Pradingo nerimas ir ilgesys,
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Su\u0161vito laim\u0117s, d\u017eiaugsmo spindulys…
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Levut\u0117 KER\u0160EVI\u010cIEN\u0116<\/b>
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Lik sveika<\/i>
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Lik sveika, \u017ealia vasar\u0117le,
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Su melsvom lina\u017eied\u017ei\u0173 akim.
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Pieni\u0173 vyn\u0105 svaiginant\u012f g\u0117r\u0117m,
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Sumai\u0161yt\u0105 su liep\u0173 medum.
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I\u0161eini, o laukai liks susting\u0119…
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I\u0161skrendi tu ant pauk\u0161\u010di\u0173 sparn\u0173.
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Nuplasnosi kar\u0161ta ir lietinga,
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Apsisiautus saul\u0117tu \u0161ydu.<\/p>\n

Jau atjos tuoj rugs\u0117jis turtingas,
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Apsikai\u0161\u0119s jav\u0173 vainiku.
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Rausvas auksas ant \u017eem\u0117s lietingos
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Susivels tuoj \u017eem\u0117s purvu.<\/p>\n

Lik sveika, miela vasar\u0117le,
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Su marga v\u0117juj austa suknia.
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Su kasom, papuo\u0161tom rugiag\u0117li\u0173,
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Su svaiginan\u010dia gro\u017eio galia.
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Jovita GRAKAVINIEN\u0116<\/b>
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\u017dolin\u0117<\/i>
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\u0104sot\u012f prisis\u0117musi \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietaus vandens,
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\u017dolyn\u0173 puok\u0161t\u0119 pievose surinkusi kvapniausi\u0105,
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I\u0161eina vasara sutikti pabrolio \u2013 rudens,
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\u0104sot\u012f prisis\u0117musi \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietaus vandens.
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Kada ruduo \u012f mano lang\u0105 tyliai pabarbens,
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Ne duon\u0105 tau paliksiu. Tiktai \u017eod\u012f. Ir keliausiu,
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\u0104sot\u012f prisis\u0117musi \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietaus vandens,
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\u017dolyn\u0173 puok\u0161t\u0119 pievose surinkusi kvapniausi\u0105.
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Dalia SAKALAUSKIEN\u0116<\/b>
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I\u0161 \u0161ios \u017eem\u0117s<\/i>
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Mes visi i\u0161 \u0161ios \u017eem\u0117s i\u0161augam.
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Basos kojos, rasota \u017eol\u0117…
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Ir svajoni\u0173 sparnai lie\u010dia dang\u0173,
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Visais tavo keliais noris l\u0117kt.
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Tik taip greitai vaikyst\u0117 m\u016bs baigias \u2013
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Gra\u017ei vasara, brandus ruduo.
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Tik pa\u017evelk, da\u017eo smilkinius snaig\u0117s,
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K\u016bn\u0105 \u017eemei reik\u0117s atiduot.<\/p>\n

Nesibaigia tiktai sielos kelias \u2013
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Ji \u012f \u017eem\u0119 lyg s\u0117kla sugr\u012f\u0161,
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Ir i\u0161dygs v\u0117l ma\u017eutis daigelis,
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Kils \u012f saul\u0119 ir v\u0117lei pra\u017eys.<\/p>\n

Mes visi i\u0161 \u0161ios \u017eem\u0117s i\u0161augam.
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M\u016bs kelion\u0117 kaip ji \u2013 am\u017eina.
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Atiduot, kas geriausia, i\u0161saugot
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Ir atgimt v\u0117l su nauja diena.
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Dalia BURAGIEN\u0116<\/b>
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\u012e \u017eem\u0119 atskuba blausus ruduo,
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Bet \u0161irdyje pavasarin\u0117s g\u0117l\u0117s \u017eydi.
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Atrodo, v\u0117l lak\u0161tingalos giedos,
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Atne\u0161 alyvos pumpur\u0105 ma\u017eyt\u012f.
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Ruduo keliaus baltu sielos taku
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Ir pasisl\u0117ps jurginuose dar\u017eelio.
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\u0160irdis pakils kaip pauk\u0161t\u0117 lig daus\u0173,
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Skamb\u0117s daina vir\u0161 rudeninio kelio.
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Romualdas IVANAUSKAS<\/b>
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Rudens dvelksmas<\/i>
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Paku\u017ed\u0117siu kaip v\u0117jas kadais
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Tyliai tyliai priglud\u0119s prie veido,
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\u0160irdimi kad pajustum rytais,
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Kaip ruduo mi\u0161ko proskynom braido,
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Kaip rasa ankstyvuoju metu
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Ant voratinkli\u0173 n\u0117rinio \u017eydi,
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Ruden\u0117jan\u010dio mi\u0161ko taku
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M\u016bs\u0173 vasar\u0105 gerv\u0117ms i\u0161lydint.
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B\u016bk \u0161alia, b\u016bk drauge \u0161iuo metu.
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\u017dvilgsniai pauk\u0161t\u012f skausmingai palydi.
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I\u0161siskirti visuomet sunku \u2013
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Tegul b\u016bna laimingas jo skrydis…
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Paku\u017ed\u0117siu kaip v\u0117jas kadais
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Tyliai tyliai suveldamas plaukus,
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Pasileiskim rasotais takais,
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Ten, kur spanguol\u0117s raustan\u010dios laukia…
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Juozas \u0160AL\u010cI\u016aNAS<\/b>
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Vasaros prisiminimas<\/i>
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Prisimenu, tada laukais skub\u0117jo
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\u017diedais aplipus vasara \u0161ilta,
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Ir daug, oi daug t\u0173 vasar\u0173 pra\u0117jo,
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Kai tu buvai t\u0105 kart\u0105 sutikta.<\/p>\n

Tik a\u0161 tada nepaj\u0117giau i\u0161tarti
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To vieno \u017eod\u017eio, kvepian\u010dio rasa,
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Ir vir\u0161 tav\u0173 blakstien\u0173 \u0161erk\u0161nas
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Suspindo ateities dien\u0173 v\u0117sa.<\/p>\n

Gal priekai\u0161tausiu sau ir mintys velsis,
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Ir to, kas buvo, niekad neu\u017eteks,
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Bet laim\u0117s medis su svajoni\u0173 vaisiais
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\u012e mus jau tiesia tik sausas \u0161akas.
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Gra\u017evydas GAV\u0116NAS<\/b>
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mano mintys
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barbena la\u0161ais
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ir krenta \u017eemyn
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lyg prisirpusios
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vakaro vy\u0161nios,
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a\u0161 einu ir renku
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savo klaid\u017eias mintis
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kur tik galiu…
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nebenoriu galvoti,
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kad viskas paseno,
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kad jau senos langin\u0117s
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taip cypian\u010diai girg\u017eda…
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kai ateina ruduo
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ir palet\u0117j gamtos
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spalvomis viskas su\u017evilga,
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jog apr\u0117piantis \u017evilgsnis
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negali \u0161ito suprasti,
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a\u0161arojan\u010dios akys
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ryte ras\u0105 i\u0161barsto,
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kad nu\u0161vist\u0173 dangus
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naujom paralel\u0117m…
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mano mintys
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lyg prisirpusios vy\u0161nios
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po palange sukrit\u0119,
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tarsi laukt\u0173 tav\u0119s,
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kaip tu laukei jaunyst\u0117j…
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kad kelies ir eini
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\u012f palang\u0117s bedugn\u0119
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susirinkt i\u0161barstyt\u0173 min\u010di\u0173…<\/p>\n

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