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Jan 2019
Deep thunder sweeping the French Pyrenees,
Glacial slow, riding mountain ponies.
Some travel overhead, paid fare,
Some travel up and up beyond ice history.

The towns here are ancient
the folk here blessed,

'Saint Bernadette, shepherd girl,

(I have knelt in your parish church)

I have bathed in the waters
Lourdes, where Our Lady Appeared.
Written by
nivek
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