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I remember her in Belfast, in the house called Little Lea, in much happier times.
She left me, an urchin in the end room, as the last blue flower grew and died amongst the steele and shipyards.
I sought rapture from the wind. He would not hear of it.
I went off to the war with my fellow countrymen.
As...