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CELTIC LEGEND
2009 (c) Eliza Witte
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Eliza Witte
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Celtic Legend
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The Real Summer Has Begun
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Flight
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Summer (The Last Horizon)
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Irish
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Trust
dedicated to Gymnast,
an old horse and an excellent jumper
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The Sphere
The sphere…
The sphere, which was a crystal,
A crystal, holding the thoughts,
Holding the salt of the tears,
The waterfall’s power, the blissful
Silence of the eyes that ought
To be blaming.
The taming
Of the feather’s dance in the wind,
Of the energy in the warmth of the palm,
Of the run of the indocile years,
Of the rhymes in the heads of the lindens
Of the sea – endless and calm…
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The Lily Of The Valley
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Lament
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They Who Dance Upon The Meadow
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Apocalypse
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It Used to Be My Childhood - Mom
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It Used to Be My Childhood - Dad
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Children of the Rocks
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The Flute Once Sang
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Message
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Arcadia
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My Song, And There Were Daffodils...
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Here Comes The Rain Again
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Let Me Be
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And let me learn my lessons in the shadow
Of wrong paths, and venomous weeds.
Let me smoke my share of aggressiveness,
Let me taste the portion of my freedom.
Let me feel the thorns of words offensive,
And let me, let me know that I’m real.
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Warmth
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I Have Struggle In My Nature
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The Ride
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And sometimes it used to be windy.
A thunder in a withering mane.
A scent caught on the wave of the rhythm,
And a sense which could drive one insane.
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Diamonds Were Dancing
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Witch
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I used to gather it in pots.
I used to make a drik from it.
It made me sleep.
And I perform a ritual, the wild
Strawberries withdraw to make my way.
A witch – the bear curled beside my feet.
The blanket of the night falls cool. The weeds,
And the moon would swim within my glance.
Everything is like those years when…
It doesn’t really matter.
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The Embrace Of Trees In Yellow
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Table of Contents
Celtic Legend............................................................................................5
The Real Summer Has Begun...................................................................6
Flight.........................................................................................................7
Summer (The Last Horizon)......................................................................8
Irish...........................................................................................................9
Trust..........................................................................................................10
The Sphere..............................................................................................11
The Lily Of The Valley..............................................................................12
Lament............................................................................................13
They Who Dance Upon The Meadow......................................................14
Apocalypse..............................................................................................15
It Used To Be My Childhood (Mom)........................................................16
It Used To Be My Childhood (Dad)..........................................................17
Children Of The Rocks.............................................................................18
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The Flute Once Sang................................................................................19
Message...................................................................................................20
Arcadia.....................................................................................................21
My Song And There Were Daffodils.........................................................22
Here Comes The Rain Again....................................................................23
Let Me Be.................................................................................................24
Warmth....................................................................................................26
I Have Struggle In My Nature......................................................................27
The Ride...................................................................................................28
Diamonds Were Dancing.........................................................................30
Witch........................................................................................................31
The Embrace Of Trees In Yellow.............................................................33
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Celtic Legend
Eliza Witte
(c) 2009
Editor:
Nadia Ivanova
Consultant:
Kalina Kokanova - Petkova
Imprint:
www. izdavam.com,
2015
Front Cover Art: Valeri Tsenov, “The Matrix”, oil on canvas, 53/53 cm.; (c) 2004;
Back Cover Art: Private Archive, Hallstadt, Austria (c) 2000
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