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Poetry
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Bones and chains and dead white whispers
Mist and snow and rolling hills
Wrought-iron gates and pewter statues
Boots on gravel, wicked chills
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Dusty books and ink and ash
Cold and lonely redbrick walls
Bodhran beating, wicked fast
Cold and empty echoing halls
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Shattered glass in darkstreet alleys
Brightlight stars and chilling rain
Snow white gossamer ghostly winds
Pipes high and haunting, cold refrain
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