Jan 2017
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*We fall, following doors, a jarr of sun,
The pale flowering of romantic youth,
As we are painted by pictures we run,
And all new meadows a vale of bloom.
*We fall, following doors, a jarr of sun,
The pale flowering of romantic youth,
As we are painted by pictures we run,
And all new meadows a vale of bloom.
(Éire)
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