O, It Was Out By Donnycarney
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O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said to me.
Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring- O, happily!-
But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me.
James Joyce
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