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 FATE

made a stir in the air

With his sword of cries,

And fairies thro' hidden ways

Came from the skies,

And their spells withered up the fair

And vanquished the wise.

And old lame Balor came down

With his gorgon eye

Hidden behind its lid,

Old, withered and dry.

He looked on the wattle town,

And the town passed by.

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