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           "Ochone

           Heisgonefrommethesonofmymind

           AndheinhisgoldenyouthlikeAngusOge

           Angusofthebrightbirds

           AndhismindstrongandsubtlelikethemindofCuchulinon

           Muirtheme.

           Awirrasthrue

           HisbrowisaswhiteasthemilkofthecowsofMaeve

           Andhischeekslikethecherriesofthetree

           AnditbendingdowntoMaryandshefeedingtheSonofGod.

           AveeliaVrone

           HishairislikethegoldencollaroftheKingsatTara

           AndhiseyeslikethefourgrayseasofErin.

           Andtheysweptwiththemistsofrain.

           MavronegoGudyo

           Hetobeinthejoyfulandredbattle

           Amongstthechieftainsandtheydoinggreatdeedsofvalor

           Hislifetogofromhim

           Itisthechordsofmyownsoulwouldbeloosed.

           AVichDeelish

           Myheartisintheheartofmyson

           Andmylifeisinhislifesurely

           Amancanbetwiceyoung

           Inthelifeofhissonsonly.

           JiaduVahaAlanav

           MaytheSonofGodbeabovehimandbeneathhim,beforehimand

           behindhim

           MaytheKingoftheelementscastamistovertheeyesofthe

           KingofForeign,

           MaytheQueenoftheGracesleadhimbythehandthewayhecan

           gothroughthemidstofhisenemiesandtheynotseeinghim

           MayPatrickoftheGaelandCollumboftheChurchesandthefive

           thousandSaintsofErinbebetterthanashieldtohim

           Andhegotintothefight.

           OchOchone."

           Amory—Amory—Ifeel,somehow,thatthisisall;oneorbothofusisnotgoingtolastoutthiswar....I’vebeentryingtotellyouhowmuchthisreincarnationofmyselfinyouhasmeantinthelastfewyears...curiouslyalikeweare...curiouslyunlike.