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<title><![CDATA[Comentarios al libro: CREATURES OF IMPULSE]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS (1899) THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE THE host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come bet]]></description>
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