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I am Zsolt |
I am '''Zsolt BALAI'''. |
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You can find more information on zbalai.com. |
You can find more information on [http://www.zbalai.com zbalai.com].<br /> |
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My favourite poem: |
My favourite poem:<br /> |
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening |
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<br /> |
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By Robert Frost |
By Robert Frost<br /> |
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Whose woods these are I think I know. |
Whose woods these are I think I know. <br /> |
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His house is in the village though; |
His house is in the village though; <br /> |
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He will not see me stopping here |
He will not see me stopping here <br /> |
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To watch his woods fill up with snow. |
To watch his woods fill up with snow. <br /> |
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My little horse must think it queer |
My little horse must think it queer <br /> |
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To stop without a farmhouse near |
To stop without a farmhouse near <br /> |
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Between the woods and frozen lake |
Between the woods and frozen lake <br /> |
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The darkest evening of the year. |
The darkest evening of the year. <br /> |
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He gives his harness bells a shake |
He gives his harness bells a shake <br /> |
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To ask if there is some mistake. |
To ask if there is some mistake. <br /> |
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The only other sound’s the sweep |
The only other sound’s the sweep <br /> |
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Of easy wind and downy flake. |
Of easy wind and downy flake. <br /> |
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep. |
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. <br /> |
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But I have promises to keep, |
But I have promises to keep, <br /> |
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And miles to go before I sleep, |
And miles to go before I sleep, <br /> |
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And miles to go before I sleep. |
And miles to go before I sleep.<br /> |
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Latest revision as of 22:21, 21 November 2011
I am Zsolt BALAI.
You can find more information on zbalai.com.
My favourite poem:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
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.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.