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Há til leikans helgastøtt,
humen flytter á þinn født,
mart av jeg að takka þér.
Livet truna gafstu mér,
þou sjau i hjerti ekki kjer,
jeg nallist dina fyrkjær mér.
Jeg haug i hvit og hugsa hljót,
til dina jólannål.
Til din av jólannål.
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