lørdag 18. desember 2010
Snør
Det er kommet veldig masse snø ute. Det har kommet masse snø i hele dag. Det skal vist snø i hele helgen. Snø hører til julen. Jeg vil heller ha snø enn jeg vil ha is på bakken. Det er nok mange mennesker som får glede av snøen.
A Red, Red Rose
Oh my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my love is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my love is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
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