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Geknickt, hält aber durch
kommt immer wieder …
Grenze von über der Grenze aus gesehen
Das Brett
der baum gibt nicht auf
Aussicht auf den Aussichtsturm
Baum kaputt
Augen sehen dich an
Stürmisch
Hund und Hundeschnauze
Und nichts fiel für dich ab, Flokati Willow
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
BY ROBERT FROST
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.