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The Oak Wood

 Iglesia Alvariño-  As CarballeirasOh, my girl, how dark the rustlingour footsteps make in the oak grove!Our feet go sinking happilyin the soft leaves, amongst the ferns.And the wood fills up with happiness,an old friend to soulful young men.Now they are … Continue reading

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