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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 269 |
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And your eyes my thought will meet Shining in your guiding star;
Flowers shall spring before your feet From my brooding love afar.
But your voice I hear that cries,
" Oh ! the brambles trip my feet —
Oh ! the lights that blind my eyes. When shall love and freedom meet? " |
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