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As you call me, I am known
Shackle or sail it be
Earth or sea
The same to me
Remember to pray
Knees do not always kneel
Words stand as they are spoken
Frail limbs, as quickly broken  
No harm, no foul, no folly in this
Walking ignorance, does not know bliss
To bent nails all hammers are blows
Wisdom is fleeting, on it goes
Amadán is Gaelic for fool.
Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

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