| All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king. | | gold, king | | Lisas: Chixa @ 2012-12-15 | Hinne: - |
Jõuluvana, ära pane pahaks,
aga minu õde selleks talveks uiske tahab.
Ta on praegu hällis vakka,
ta on minust pisem.
Aga seni, kui ta kasvab- uisutaksin ise. | | jõuluvana, uisud | | Lisas: Chixa @ 2012-12-15 | Hinne: 4.67 |
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