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Dead Can Dance The Wind That Shakes The Barley

Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. Toward The Within (Live). The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Die rigting van die Binne (Live). Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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That made me think of Ireland dearly While the soft wind blew down the glade And shook the golden barley T'was hard, the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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Lirieke

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Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. Toward The Within. The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Die rigting van die Binne. Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. Into The Labyrinth. The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Into The Labyrinth. Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. Toward The Within. The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Die rigting van die Binne. Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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new That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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Lirieke

Dead Can Dance. Into The Labyrinth. The Wind That Shakes The Barley. Dead Can Dance. Into The Labyrinth. Die Wind Dit skud die Gars.
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new That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

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