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Mec
on þissum dagum deadne ofgeafun
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I was an orphan before I was born
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fæder ond modor; ne wæs
me feorh þa gen,
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Cast without breath by both parents
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ealdor in innan. Þa
mec an ongon,
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Into a world of brittle death, I found
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welhold mege, wedum þeccan,
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The comfort of kin in a mother not mine.
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heold ond freoþode, hleosceorpe
wrah
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She
wrapped and robed my subtle skin,
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swa arlice swa hire agen bearn,
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Brooding warm in her guardian gown,
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þþæt ic under sceate-- swa
min gesceapu wæron--
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Cherished a changeling as if close kin
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ungesibbum wearð eacen gæste.
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In a nest of strange siblings. This
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Mec
seo friþe mæg fedde siþþan,
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Mother-care quickened my spirit, my natural
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oþþæt ic aweox, widdor
meahte
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Fate to feed, fatten, and grow great,
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siþas asettan; heo hæfde
swæsra þy læs
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Gorged on love. Bating a fledgling
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suna ond dohtra, þy heo swa dyde.
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Brood, I cast off mother-kin, lifting
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Windward wings for the wide road.
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