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Jun 2013
Walking straight barefooted
No looking back now
Feeling the cold breeze
Smell the white leaves

Falling leaves
I can't pick them all
My sorrows and sad lullabies
Falling leaves
I can't pick them all
My grieves and your sad goodbye
Alainn Fein
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Alainn Fein
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   ---, Primrose Clare and Gerdine
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