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<p></p> <p><b>Новая страница</b></p><div>&lt;lyrics&gt;The host is riding from Knocknarea<br /> And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;<br /> Caoilte tossing his burning hair,<br /> And Niamh calling Away, come away:<br /> <br /> Empty your heart of its mortal dream.<br /> The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,<br /> Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,<br /> Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,<br /> <br /> Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;<br /> And if any gaze on our rushing band,<br /> We come between him and the deed of his hand,<br /> We come between him and the hope of his heart.<br /> <br /> The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,<br /> And where is there hope or deed as fair?<br /> Caoilte tossing his burning hair,<br /> And Niamh calling Away, come away. <br /> &lt;/lyrics&gt;<br /> <br /> (c) [[Хелависа]],<br /> стихи W.B.Yeats<br /> <br /> {{Исполняется|Running to Paradise}}</div>

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