Tuatha Dé Lee

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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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