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Gaelforce

They dance in plumes
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather
reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land and not yet departed
its our turn to play

they dance in plumes
when the thistle blooms
on sunny weather
in the purple heather reminiscing and wishing
on an island in the sea
they are you and they are me
the lords of our land
and not yet departed
its our turn to play.
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Posted: May 2010

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Comments (2)

agoodguy2have
interesting stanza(s) I'm confused about the 2nd?
jazzy75
It sounds like quite a festival and expression...thanks for sharing.thumbs up
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