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Heav'n rains a pillar wide
'pon Éire's bounty plent'
n' shylight licks the gold'n peaks
atop her jad'n spires.

but those betray'n her bless'n
bled to feed a foul d'sent
n' they that fed her armies
now d'cumb to fuel the fires.

mundus vult decipi
ergo decipiatur
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