It is one of t troubles of life t  ions. t  t  is tanglement of moods  as t groo be long-lived like t until t day tiring joys and sorro ever be one-ion. Love ars tire out t. ts remember t full of t nigell stories about it t it may not be forgotten. A s tle creatures, one like a young man, one like a young o a farmer’s  t sting all tidy. t nig all ture up-stairs into one room, and  round ter grandeur it seems, to dance. t by, and all try-side came to look at t still t never tired. t dare to live at er to stand it no more, and  and told t t tle creatures o try, and t as long as ts of t is until God sh a kiss.

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    Doubtless Clooting Lougain of toryteller’s mispronunciation of Loughs.

    ttle creatures may rammelled e and unmixed love, and angled t  of “maybe” and “per ook to themselves.