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This strange and lovely land – 1956

Oh, for the gift of a fairy brush And magic to guide my hand. I’d paint, in the peace of a spellbound hush, This strange and lovely land. Cloud shadows on a barren hill, On the rocky coast of Clare, A watered sky, that goes drifting by, And salt in the morning air. Small fields … Continue reading



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