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Tamas Ferencz
Jan 29, 2014 (13:57)
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Caimance-lire
Aini luhtear
Caimalyanna orte;
Yerne ohtallo
As qualini naice.
Mi Menel Eru
Marielyainen raina;
Indorya tyare
Itselohte merya.
Foanya tye míqua
An ora nin lave
Ta penuvanyel
Yas vea nauvalye.
A CRADLE SONG
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
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Itselohte: the Pleiades, Sailing Seven (QL)
Tamas Ferencz Jan 29, 2014 (13:57)
Caimance-lire
Aini luhtear
Caimalyanna orte;
Yerne ohtallo
As qualini naice.
Mi Menel Eru
Marielyainen raina;
Indorya tyare
Itselohte merya.
Foanya tye míqua
An ora nin lave
Ta penuvanyel
Yas vea nauvalye.
A CRADLE SONG
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
---------
Itselohte: the Pleiades, Sailing Seven (QL)