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As Sinn Fein

Oh my mighty bones with flesh 
                 Brushed in coincides thought is paint
                 In despair purely judge ticking clock

Lay to loom as nest to Griffith
             Blushed as ballet in frozen waters 
              Flashed backed and came out as my hero
My land dignity as the peace

Oh my mighty bones disposed
               Washed in river to calm ocean
               Sound of  Fein  mighty  mora
Despair with holding golden lit


Reyhan Yucebay

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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