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Sep 2013
The valley sleeps but I cannot, I sit upon a rock,
So weary from all my days of toil and thought,
The moon's light caresses you, mighty one—
River will soon carry me down, and you will rise.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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