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i. Like a dozen saint's Echoing in ethereal song; The ringing of her voice Awaketh me in the dawn.                                              ii.                                              By midday, her company bringeth calm                                              Her tranquility is serenity;                                              She's the thirst of mine tongue. iii. The church in the sun Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's; The periapt glued to mine synapse O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose ©Lonesome Poet's Poetry
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
ffurfafen ogoneddu ( Firmament glorified) welsh tongue
i. Like a dozen saint's Echoing in ethereal song; The ringing of her voice Awaketh me in the dawn.                                              ii.                                              By midday, her company bringeth calm                                              Her tranquility is serenity;                                              She's the thirst of mine tongue. iii. The church in the sun Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's; The periapt glued to mine synapse O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose ©Lonesome Poet's Poetry
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
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