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Ne rruget e errta t’nji qyteti
Qe plaket çdo dite me teper
Ne t’hyre te Majit qe qane
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Te kambet e ures mbi Bune
Jete te parritura qe treten
Qyteti qe flene I harrum
Pret I narkosun per kobin tjeter
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Eh mor qyteti im I vjeter
Qe plakesh çdo dite e ma shume
E çfare te shkruejne per ty poetet
Per te ardhmen qe tretet ne Bune