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He wrote a diary, with love songs he'd find. Each song had a name, a lady so fair, With melodies that floated, through the sweet summer air. Her song was a treasure, of love that would endure. "Princezo, javi se," he sang with all his might, For his heart yearned for her, both day and night. "Moja je draga veštica," he would often tell. Her laughter was enchanting, her eyes so bright, He longed for her presence, from morning till night. Her name hidden in the songs, so clever and homely. "Olja je najbolja," he whispered with glee, For she was the muse, that set his heart free. Wrote songs of devotion, again and again. A testament to the power, of love's endless light. Random page: SGI O2