m about the house?

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    S it  t-horse coughing

    t set o the fancy.

    Forgael. All would be well

    Could  give us he dreams,

    And get into t to the sense

    Is s linger chedly

    Among substantial t is dreams

    t lift us to the flowing, changing world

    t t longs for.  is love itself,

    Even t be test of light love,

    But dreams t he world

    to make low laug and drink,

    t but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,

    Could  mix ourselves into a dream,

    Not in its image on the mirror!

    Aibric. hile

    ere in ts impossible.

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    to deat promised to me love

    As t can outlive t,

    otal life gat seemed,

    Into t teachers.

    Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave -

    Youd never doubt t it hey promised

    o face as I did,

    it,

    And having such wide-open, shining eyes.

    Aibric. Its certain to death.

    None but t never lived,

    Can kno ecstasy. Forgael! Forgael!

    the man-headed birds,

    And you old me t their journey lies

    tory of the dead.

    Forgael.  matter

    If I am going to my deathere,

    Or somewhey have

    promised.

    t mucain. I shall find a woman.

    One of think -

    One of the Laughing People - and she and I

    S upon a place in the worlds core,

    o be a ching,

    Like charmed apples made of chr