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Architect of mine brawn, Bird to mine songs, Your weight is heavied and I feel its tax!!!! Your broken, Unrelaxed, As I wish to giveth thou azure!!! Your posterior is defective, Your fingers are worn, Soo many dishes hath thou wiped, Cleaned, Gleamed!!! No excite!!! Mother, Thine vitality has given me new meanings, Your a fowl of the unseaming, A sire of mine own beautitude!!! Soo lost to thy worlds hatred, Soo much love and gratitude!!! You'd bequeath your animation to me as I you!!!! Mother, Homage so true!!!
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
mháithairin lifegiver. ( mother oh lifegiver) old irish translation
Architect of mine brawn, Bird to mine songs, Your weight is heavied and I feel its tax!!!! Your broken, Unrelaxed, As I wish to giveth thou azure!!! Your posterior is defective, Your fingers are worn, Soo many dishes hath thou wiped, Cleaned, Gleamed!!! No excite!!! Mother, Thine vitality has given me new meanings, Your a fowl of the unseaming, A sire of mine own beautitude!!! Soo lost to thy worlds hatred, Soo much love and gratitude!!! You'd bequeath your animation to me as I you!!!! Mother, Homage so true!!!
brandon-nagley
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
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