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dá mba mhic tíre a thóg mé liúfainn d'ainm scaipfí finscéalta . . . géillimse dhóibh, a ansacht ar strae i gcoill gan chonair | ||
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were i reared by wolves beloved, i'd howl Your name legends would flourish . . . i have come to believe them i roam a pathless forest |
