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LUSKENTYRE
O sing to me of Luskentyre's white sands, Sing of the distant Hebrides, And in each note I'll hear the whispering wind Searching the machair in a soft lament, On memory's wings to carry me away To a land where sea and sky hold sway, Where the sound of waves on a windblown shore A wearied soul may wondrously restore. O sing to me of glistening Luskentyre, Changing with light, now pastel soft, now bold, With shifting bands of multi-hues, sky blue Or shades of grey reflecting an approaching storm. Sweet Summer's shades to monochrome give way, Relentless storms sweep in across the bay, As winter skies release a deluge drear, A chink of light will offer welcome cheer, O sing yet more of Luskentyre's fair strand, My heart uplifted at such sweet refrain, The haunting melodies of a thousand years, Etched deep within my soul, there to remain. With indigo-tinted Taransay in view Across the silver sands, I dream anew. The wild Atlantic beating on the shore, Here would I gladly bide to roam no more.
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