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Figures dancing on the half waves
Sooth the dreaming swans
The water is full of quiet
After its journey from the Wicklow hills
Her mind boiling
Her feet on a treadmill
Taking her away
Far away
She is drawn to the lock
Full of a constant thunder
An eternity of darkness
That is oblivion
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