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Chuir san aireamh gur mheall tu me le do shno buichneasach,
A`s ni dheanfad dearmad gur thaisigh me do chluasa
le mealfhocal maotha a chur d`athair i gcuimhne duit, no mar a duirt tu liom.
Chuir san aireamh gurb e diothu mo
thola do shochar aonair,ach mar bhuille scor gur phog tu me ar leiceann na mbrath amhail is da mbeadh margadh deanta.
Nar leor gur thug me gra duit?
Breith iomarcach orainne beirte le cuir sios ar a tharla eadrainn mar ghniomh
tutach...
Think well on how you enticed me with your soft,sallow complexion,
And i`ll not forget how I
tantalized your eardrums with pearls of compliments,which reminded you of how your daddy used to speak to his little girl,or
so you said.
Consider well that my moral downfall was your only profit and although your lips brushed my cheek, Judas
style,as if some bargain had been struck,
wasn`t it enough that I loved you?
It would surely be a harsh judgment on
both of us to say that what passed between us now passes for nothing...
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