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Storms Stacy was standing on the edge of the rock,looking with her big black eyes at the sea's fury and at the pain of the waves , which were breaking violent on the rocks. The storm clouds stretched to the horizon, giant ones with irregular edges, which stood one over the other, obscuring the sky, turning the day into a leaden gray. The clouds were scattered across the sea...they will come within, bringing along the fire and rain,their sound and fury. "Storms mean blood, screams and death...Storms mean loneliness and despair...Storms mean memories and nightmares of the pasStorms
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Life Is Hard...Death Is Easy...
But Remember
The Soul Never Sleeps....
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Life Is Hard...Death Is Easy...
But Remember
The Soul Never Sleeps....
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Life Is Hard...Death Is Easy...
But Remember
The Soul Never Sleeps....
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Life Is Hard...Death Is Easy...
But Remember
The Soul Never Sleeps....
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Life Is Hard...Death Is Easy...
But Remember
The Soul Never Sleeps....
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