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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 411 |
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The caoine sings memories, memories, Thoughts and deeds that are dead. Oh, I sing to the wind and the storm — The storm that like Fomor running Leaps from hilltop to hilltop.
The waters are stirred by the wind, And love drinks strength from its blowing: The sorrow of memory shrinks back; Like a shroud it is dropped and forgotten.
Memory shorn of your sorrow,
Love reborn of the storm,
Water touched by the wind,
The wind is your master, is strongest! |
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