T A K R E N N U T Ó N A R

RUNNIÐ

                                                            VÍST ER TAÐ KNÆ
                                                              SUM SIGUR TAÐ
                                                STENDUR Í KVÆÐI RENNARANS
                                                      OG TAÐ HEVUR SUM SO
                                             EINKI VIÐ HESA MYNDINA AT GERA
                                                                   ANNAÐ ENN
                                             AT TAÐ ER IKKI GOTT FYRI KNØINI
                                                            AT RENNA NÓGV
                                                  TÁ ALT RENNUR UPP AFTUR
                                                      SUM TÚ STRÍDDIST VIÐ
                                                             AT FÁA NIÐUR








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RÆTTVENT

                                                                

                                                                 rætt skal vera rætt
                                                              og nú vendir hon rætt
                                                            og hann sjálvur til høgru
                                                                  er ein havhestur
                                                                og hann spýr á tey
                                                                  sum vilja veiða
                                                            tann leskiliga lomvigan
                                                                   og seg og síni






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FRIÐAÐ

                                                                     
                                                                      lomvigin
                                                                      vigar nógv
                                                                      í summum
                                                                      sinnum
                                                                      til dømis í
                                                                      hesum yndisprenti
                                                                      mínum sum
                                                                      av óvart stendur
                                                                      á høvdinum
                                                                      og vit verða
                                                                      mint á at
                                                                      tað ikki er
                                                                      so nógv til
                                                                      av honum
                                                                      longur so vit
                                                                      kunnu varðveita
                                                                      tann góða smakkin
                                                                      í minninum meðan
                                                                      vit sjálv standa á
                                                                      høvdinum uttan at
                                                                      ørast um alt sum úr
                                                                      erva kemur og alt
                                                                      skal ikki etast






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AV YMSUM LITUM

                          hetta er myrkari enn í veruleikanum 
                          men hvat skulu vit við øllum hesum ljósinum 
                          tá fólk flest kortini ganga í sólbrillum








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LJÓS

                                                                  tað var júst
                                                                hesin tunnilin
                                                                 tú tosaði um
                                                                  tá vit vóru
                                                                   á veg inn
                                                                   í skriftina
                                                                   og komu
                                                                  ikki út aftur
                                                                 fyrr enn beint
                                                                  áðrenn vit
                                                                  andaðust og
                                                                 endurføddust
                                                                   í óskiljandi
                                                                      dusti

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FIMT

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