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The Cliffs of Moher G.F.E. McGuiness

Let me take you on a tour Where depths explode to touch the sun.

Deadly petrous beauty soars To a cloud that's never gone. Careful, silent at the edge,

Reflections cede in grave assent That natural treasures of this ledge Were lost to what this height has spent.

But many veils misrepresent, Assessed by an inhuman race, Sorrowed faces that repent Ancestral fall from grace.

For from these cliffs such crimes rappeled To numb the lips which would pronounce Damnation that our sense compels To scale of every oceans ounce. Aspiring stolid castle mocks That deed, which tide of time deplores, Tossing waves Of gurgling babes Dashed on rocks of craggy shores. The sea! It pounds so far below Hell, itself, looks down in terror. I'd wager devils didn't know This boundless scope of human error. Assaulted, waters wept As mothers stepped With fathers, and their children gripped, From off the lofty cliffs of Moher.

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