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Blackthorn

	So many men think that I am theirs
	When I sit with them, when I drink with them
	Nothing compares to all that was shared
	Between you and I, between you and I
	Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Uí Fhloinn
	And my love is like sloe-blossom on the blackthorn
	So many men reach for the highest branch
	To find the bitter fruit, to find the bitter fruit
	When close within reach of the hand lies the sweetest berry
	On the lowest branch, on the lowest branch
	Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Uí Fhloinn
	And my love is like sloe-blossom on the blackthorn
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	So many men think that I am theirs
	When I sit with them, when I drink with them
	Nothing compares to all that was shared
	Between you and I, between you and I
	Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Uí Fhloinn
	And my love is like sloeblossom on the blackthorn
	So many men reach for the highest branch
	To find the bitter fruit, to find the bitter fruit
	When close within reach of the hand lies the sweetest berry
	On the lowest branch, on the lowest branch
	Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Uí Fhloinn
	And my love is like sloeblossom on the blackthorn
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