Poetry, Magic, Literature
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Three is one
and one is three
In hands young and old
You hold the Key
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Let it hail, let it storm
Let Thunder clap
In a million pieces
break the olden trap
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And I shall rise above
like the Sun in Spring
With warmth and love
New poems sing
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And fall again
Into my doom
Away, give way
to Mother’s Bloom
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Siopa nuachtán
Buy me news
Blow my mind
Burn my fuse
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Siopa nuachtán
Is this new?
Feels like old
Same ol’ bullshit stew
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Siopa nuachtán
Where we go?
Take a ride
With the tide
No halt
All flow
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Siopa fucker
Bless your soul
Light the Fire
Re-the-wire
Is breá liom
Slán go fóill
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