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Nov 2016
Foggy and feared
Unclear what is there
Is there or near
What's to come, my dear

You foolish child
Loosing your way
Running wild
It's your path, you take

I watch in worry
Watch and cry
I can't but wonder
Why you lie

To me, to them
To you even
You're digging a grave
That you'll have to sit in
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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   Doug Potter and Bluebird
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