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Oct 2012
I have followed the forest
Into the clouds to forage,
My bag is still thin, empty,
As my valley and now I see
At the top of the ridge, the happy,
Full moon who lights my way,
I see him as I look down in the river,
He travels with me.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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