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Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.



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Liam Clancy the shy young man fron the rock of the sister river had an extraordinary life and a soul-song that touched millions of people in the world. Solas na bhFlaitheas dó.
                                                          Michael Coady


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