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july 20, 2021
7:00 a.m.
cathal and eimear's house
i am a farmer’s daughter, no doubt, who once lived by the elms
i had a hut there, with a window in the side of it, and while the milk was heating, i called the calves
oh, the calves, the white calves. oh, the calves; the calves I loved the best. oh, the calves, the fine white calves; dancing on a summer’s morning 🎵🎵🎵
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