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Knocknarea Beneath the green turf of a low hill The old gods lie, Dreaming their dreams, Flashing teeth and bronze blades, The wild hunt and white stags, And the fire of ancient passion in secret glades. The old gods lie dreaming, Because their world is lost, All lies beneath…
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