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Lí­f mitt var ekkert nema skáldskapur, dans eftir undarlegu lagi sem enginn heyrði nema ég, dagarnir mínir, stuttir og langir, vísur orð sem rímuðu ekki.

miðvikudagur, maí 31, 2006

Svo mörg voru þau orð.



Dust If You Must


Dust if you must.

But wouldn't it be betterto paint a picture, or write a letter,bake a cake, or plant a seed.Ponder the difference between want and need.

Dust if you must.

But there is not much time,with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!Music to hear, and books to read,friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must.

But the world's out therewith the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.This day will not come round again.

Dust if you must.

But bear in mind,old age will come and it's not kind.And when you go, and go you must,you, yourself, will make more dust.

- Anonymous

Njótið dagsins lífsins og hvers annars.

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