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Jan 2018
Gentle tidings cross the trail and sail and weep for human touch
celestial signals, nonesuch
Rings in ivory and black and cold
It's sound contained the lies we were told
Staid mediums that move within
Majestic undercurrents will begin
contrived requeium, your truths are vast
Returning loss in a committal mass
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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   David Noonan and ---
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