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Post by Marcus on Jan 26, 2007 14:09:05 GMT -5
But dont you see what the fog beholds? The plague of the ages, the darkness untold Upsetting the balance of dark and light because the wren wont shrink from this fight Hounds have killed and wrens died But this is a plan set and tried For the wheel it turns, and seasons call The knot it spirals, the Wren......she falls. To fight a battle we cannot win Wren and hound to save our kin, Fighting for honour many a year Sheading many a mothers tear With Fenian fervour in my heart of hearts With Gaelic gallantry my incredulity departs I honour thy Wren for her potent stand Igniting passion in this pagan land.
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