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bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
isang tao na may ang kuwento hoe

bowed by weight and centuries he leans
yumuko ang aking timbang at daang siglo siya nakasandal

bowed my weight and centuries he leans
yumuko ang aking timbang at daang siglo siya nakasandal

the weight of sin
bigat ng mundo sa kasalanan.

the weight of the w
pagiging emosyonal

the weight of how i feel
kapag sobrang bigat ng pakiramdam ko

the weight of the head dress
ang bigat ng head dress sa ulo

depending on the weight of the ball
depende sa bigat

to reduce the weight of my looc '
para mabawasan ang bigat ng lood ko'

seems to be the weight of my inner
ang bigat bigat ng loob ko

but the boy's weight and the weight of the purse combblast as he had hoped, the boy fell on the his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up.
filipino

density is a measure of the quantity of mass in a unit volume of material. unit weight is a measure of the weight of a unit volume of material. both can be used interchangeably.
ang bigat bawat yunit ng dami ng isang sangkap

struggling through each lesson day by day, feeling like giving up, but pushing you away. the weight of the work and the stress of the test, can often leave us feeling like we're doing our best.
araw - araw mong pinag - aaralan ang mga bagay - bagay pero parang sumusuko ka na lang. ang bigat ng trabaho at ang stress ng pagsubok, maaari madalas mag - iwan sa amin pakiramdam tulad ng ginagawa namin ang aming makakaya.

usually have a regular elevation check of the eight-piece top plate where the eight-piece beams are welding to make them support and divide back to the ground the weight of the two snare parts and their own weight...
ugaliing magkaroon ng regular na pag check ng elevation ng walong pirasong top plate kung saan doon naka welding yung walong pirasong beams para gawing suporta at paghatihatian nilang ibalik sa lupa yung bigat ng dalawang silo parts at ang kanilang sariling bigat...

the man with the hoe bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world. who made him dead to rapture and despair, a thing that grieves not and that never hopes. stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? whose breath blew out the light within this brain? is thi
ang lalaking may asarol nakayuko sa bigat ng mga siglo ay sumandal sa kanyang asarol at tumitig sa lupa, ang kahungkagan ng mga edad sa kanyang mukha, at sa kanyang likod ang pasan ng mundo. na ginawa siyang patay sa rapture at kawalan ng pag-asa, isang bagay na hindi nagdadalamhati at hindi umaasa. natigilan at natulala, kapatid sa baka? sino ang lumuwag at nagpakawala ng brutal na panga na ito? kanino ang kamay na nagpahilig sa kilay na ito? kaninong hininga ang nagbuga ng liwanag sa loob ng utak na ito? ay thi

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under th
africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.
aprika