Tag: emigrants
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…