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Aingeal eile ar Neamh
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A rosebud the Lord, He gave us, A pure and beautiful child He gave her to our keeping, To cherish for a while, And just as she was opening To the glory of the day, Down came the heavenly gardener And took our rose away. |
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7 Today 
Happy Birthday Fiona, November 3rd.
