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Apr 2021
They think it is the ancestors
The ancestors breaking through

Irish eyes are smiling
But what am I to do?

We went to Wetheral
All 3, not just 2

I'll never really know
But I'll listen long for you.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
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