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Rua Dearg, Rua, roselet, Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean Torthaí agus adharc de neart, Earthen meirge de pebbled cré Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach Faoi vastness Sahára Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile, Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath, Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint, Eclipsed ag do heavenly Foirm, do lasair Vulcan An tsolais.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Rua ( Red )
Rua Dearg, Rua, roselet, Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean Torthaí agus adharc de neart, Earthen meirge de pebbled cré Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach Faoi vastness Sahára Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile, Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath, Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint, Eclipsed ag do heavenly Foirm, do lasair Vulcan An tsolais.
Rua ( Red ) Red, Rua, roselet, Hair of vine and scarlet Grapes, drown me in your drink Of lips, of wine, ruby, flesh of passion Fruit and horn of plenty, Earthen rust of pebbled clay Draw me in as the water seeping Into ancient aquifers, laden, hidden Under the vastness of Sahara Sands. I am a cloud of dream Drifting, itching, edging along your rounded Hills. Your ******* burn as I steam, Your ears are for nesting doves And your eyes, the sky is waiting, warring With ocean, for its colour, The wandering sun is a stranger As it falls, ending each day, faded As the gaseous giant of faint Antares, Eclipsed by your heavenly Form, your Vulcan flame Of lumen rouge light.
ormond
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
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