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The foggy, foggy dew

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Once I knew you,
Red hair blowing free
Catholic and wild:  
A young banshee,
A Jacobite, like me.
 
The moral guardians condemned us:
Said we were transgressors,
The breakers of the law.
.
So then we asked each other
What was life for?
 
It’s the wildness that’s within us!
Our spirits roaming free
The accomplishment of nothing
That is you and me.
 
 
 
 

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For the Azov Brigade in Mariupol ►

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 25th Apr 2022 06:50

Last verse got me - thank you.

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Tom Harding

Sun 24th Apr 2022 23:15

beautiful

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