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Nov 2018
He was the ghost of all that we could be
And I, endlessly haunted by a vow for cruelty
I was the graveyard where his dreams went to die
But thereupon I remembered,
Someone once told me I could fly
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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     Colm and JWolfeB
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