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Jan 2015
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*Snow presses with a sorrowful squinch,

And white falls as the sudden snow falls,

We make our rounds in the growing dark,

Walking long the frosty eves with my love.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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