Far away seaward my green land, my youth land
Far away seaward the Cuillins of home
While here in my dreamtide I’m hearing hill waters
The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of home
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A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: — Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
— Oliver Wendell HolmesThe Cat Cam
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