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Jun 2015
We dance the dance
Of a thousand beating, aching hands
Held and bound tight in hatred
Throbbing with a curse
To love or be lost
To hate or be hated
Each one longing for something that the other can give
But nobody speaking
And the earth became drowned in tears
Aiséirí Bramble
Written by
Aiséirí Bramble  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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