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Boil the kettle - soon now time enough and we’ll leave her Pat my hand as we talk around it until the past night is a blur Push your hands to my eyes they’re aching from the fever The sun will come and change this - soon now, hear the murmur?

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hazel-m

Irish

Published: Apr 18, 2012
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