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am ag an mbáisteach stopadh ag gaotha dul a luí ag an am féin fiafraí de féin cá dtéann sé, a shearc nuair nach bhfuil ann ach buille do chroí |
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time for rains to cease time for winds to sleep time for time itself to wonder where it goes when nothing beloved, exists but Your heartbeat |