Crawling Close Rannaicheacht Mhor Gairit
Falling fast,
magical moment just passed.
Wild wishes keep on running,
fortune favors the outcast.
Crawling close,
tempting taste do not appose.
Late luck, please be on my side,
I’ve smiled softly through the lows.
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