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ghabh m'anam chugat ní mar aon fhéileacán amháin ach mar chruinne lán d'fhéileacáin d'fhilleadar a gcuid sciathán - tar éis a n-eitilte - mar ghuí |
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my soul wandered to You not as one butterfly but as a universe of butterflies all beating their wings in unison and folding them in prayer |