irish mythology

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They say you only see themWhen cannons sound.They will walk the battlefield alone.Or maybe they will fly across it,Like black crows.
Down the rivers, waterfalls, lakes, streams, creeks The waters should be wary of the company that comes close to its mud rich borders Listen close, not to the woods that gives you its greetings
The hounds of Ulster Were set loose once again Upon each other;
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.   Apollo lives  in the steady hands of a medical surgeon In the voice of the newest, hottest star
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