Capercaillie
Beautiful Wasteland
The Blue Sea
If it wasn't for you Cuillion
would be a sea of u200bu200bblue order
ring with a retaining wall
my heart is fierce
If it wasn't for you the sand would be
Talasgar is cloudy white
is a bright light for my leaves
on which the ray of sunshine would not return
And if it were not for you the seas
'would be waves and waves
raising the love of my virtue
'setting it on high rest
' And the moors would be brown
and my common sense
but you made them rule
over my own pain
And on the scallions of a beautiful flower
Craobh nan Teud
'na meingach dulllich t aadann
my sense is aogas reil
The Blue Rampart
But for you the Cuillin would be
an exact and serrated blue rampart
girdling with its march-wall
all that is in my barbarous heart
But for you the sand
that is in Talisker compact and white
would be a measureless plain to my expectations
and on it the spear desire would not turn back
But for you the oceans
in their rest and their repose
would raise the wave crest of my mind
br/>and settle it on a high serenity
And the brown brindled moorland
and my reason would co-extend
but you imposed on them an edict
above my own pain
br/>And on a distant luxuriant summit
there blossomed the Tree of Strings
among its leafy branches your face
my reason and the likeness of a star

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