Ah,words alone could not suffice,
could never match the stirrings of the soul,
as in some distant conurbation,
the sad heart, with sudden strange elation,
yearns to be in Arran.
For in those narrow confines dwell,
high in the hills and on the wave-washed shore,
redeeming spirits, undisguised and splendid.
Preening herself upon her glittering throne
and basking in a radiance all her own,
sits...
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