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~~*~*~*~~ The castle stands so proud and bold While faraway hills are green. It shines with the glimmer of a setting sun While faraway hills are green. The land is coated with an evening mist While faraway hills are green. The souls passed on wander still While faraway hills are green. An Irish breeze coats my fair skin While faraway hills are green. In it fly the spirits of the corncrake While faraway hills are green. The moon dreams me a color so pure While faraway hills are green. I stand silent in this hallowed world While faraway hills are green. ~~*~*~*~~
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