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pobratims rode on the way together, Over fair Miroč mountain; Kraljević Marko was the one, The other was Vojvoda Miloš ; Both of them rode on noble steeds, Both bore their battle-spears, And each kissed the white face of other For the love that is between two pobratims. Sleep drew nigh to Marko as he sat on Sharatz, And to his pobratim he said: "Ah, my brother, Vojvoda Miloš! Sleep sits heavy on mine eyelids, Sing to me, brother, and refresh me." But Vojvoda Miloš made answer: "Ah, my brother, Kraljević Marko, Fain would I sing to thee, brother, But last night I drank much wine With Vila Ravijojla on the mountain,