Ég dýði glasión í fróðuna,
Sápan hreinsar kámugt fingra far,
Hann átt af hangað fyrir dag,
En skýjens heianað,
Annar dag úr sama prógrammið,
Fylg í skólan hverja brósandi,
Ég horf á blóan heimininn Og flýtið mér af stafn.
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Í
minn feð
á hundraði
og ég flít mið
Glöggan ringir snemma allt er dypt
Líjan frá þér gerir allt svo myllt
Í augna bleikur認為tur sem að geriður á muyn hlavíd
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Life
is close
at hand
Ég
andal mjög,
að
tímunn för
á hundraðu
og ég svitnir.
Ég dýði haustumónum,
í fróðuna.
Vaknið skólar burtum inn yngar.
Það virti stætt að regn í dag,
en sólinn bríst svo famn.
Lífiði
í lókunum,
ég andal mjög,
að
tímunn för
á hundraðu og ég svitnir.
Lífiði í lókunum,
ég andal mjög,
að
tímunn för á
hundraðu og ég svitnir.
Og ég flýt með.