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Our Lily
Our lily of the valley
Has shed her petals free
To drift upon the winds of time
In her own sweet Galilee
The Mother of our nation
So long its beating heart
Offers her earthly shell to rest
For her soul must now depart
So free it roams, through gilded vale
And bonny lochs & moors
Past stag & hare, & fragrant fayre
To dusk's misty allures
Where ...
Thursday 8th September 2022 11:46 pm
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