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How ever far away, I will always love you
How ever long i stay, I will always love you
Thank you!
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December 02 2004, 17:12 PM
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I need this translated for a friends tattoo...
How ever far away, I will always love you How ever long i stay, I will always love you Thank you! |
December 02 2004, 17:24 PM
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Hello there
Here's an idea to start. Please wait for more. Dá fhada an t-achar uait, beidh grá agam duit Dá fhada a fhanaim ann, beidh grá agam duit  Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins. In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
December 02 2004, 17:29 PM
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thank you soo much!!
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December 02 2004, 17:33 PM
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December 02 2004, 17:47 PM
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Good point
 Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins. In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
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