And the gods have revealed to you the gates,
You are an angel, you are angel fly to us here.
Light it like rays piercing,
And the Holy Mother, it is not silent.
She sees all,
And each of our mind understands it.
Where it tells you and where you remind your late,
After all, the Holy Mother, it is not silent.
It will tell you where you will slipnet slightly,
Later regret, pinchy, remind your late.
You're near,you dreams, you will always be.
After All, The Holy Mother!
You are always near,
But the gods have revealed to you the gates,
You will be the Holy of holies.
And people may not disturb the peace,
And your children come home.
And the cry of the children, as the tramp of horses,
They all run to his Granny.
They will snuggle,
As a flock of Chicks,
Grandma hug favorite of youngsters.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g. 16:40
Mom
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