I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above
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Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love
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My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan's poor
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No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before.
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Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds
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A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds
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I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath
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A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death
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A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death.
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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
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| The Waterboys |
