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Mar 2014
Alone I walk, skirting moon dark valleys,

A forest appears, then again disappears,

Call of the owl dims as new sun is rising,

Beyond vast plains, river always gliding.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
(Éire)   
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