She Is The Sky Of The Sun, She Is The Dart Of Love, She Is The Love Of My Heart, She Is A Rune, She Is Above The Women Of The Race Of Eve As The Sun Is Above The Moon. Lovely And Airy The View From The Hill That Looks Down Ballylea; But No Good Sight Is Good Until By Great Good Luck You See The Blossom Of The Branches Walking Towards You Airily.
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