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Apr 2017
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In autumn, leaves fall and here is elegy,
Dry are the woods upon their bareness.

In winter, snows creep as they blanket,
White is the sun as it is sailing on high.

In spring, a melting of blood streaming,
Carries new flesh, a green world comes.

In summer, is a light so still and calming,
All creatures sing as they sit on summit.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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