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I used to run across the Moherian cliffs And jump to catch the first sunlight nether wisps As they twinkled like dawning fireflies shone In the jar of a hopeful wish For as just as in your hand there mine own exists Con·tent·edly
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Beneath The Irish Sun Alive
I used to run across the Moherian cliffs And jump to catch the first sunlight nether wisps As they twinkled like dawning fireflies shone In the jar of a hopeful wish For as just as in your hand there mine own exists Con·tent·edly
colmistoirm
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
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