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I'm Welcome, you're listening to Druidcast 34.

Thank you're listening to Druidcast 34. The Broad and wide the plains of al-noon

Broad and wide the plains of almoon sweet and thick, the grass thereon,

Fragrant with a million flowers where grays the herds of rig and tonne.

Mild the breeze blows on the pasture, those the grass is that way this

As the horsehoods like the wind

Race further than the mind

Can guess

Who so would ride to Guadoran

Shall find himself without a speed

How then of whom asks he the horse gift through floods through fields, safe home to speed?

Ward and white the plains of anun sweet and thick the grass thereon, Sweet and thick the grass thereon, Fragent with a million flowers where grace the hurt of rig and tongue. Oh, Mother, when you call me home, call me home, oh Mother when you call me home, Oh, Mother, when you call me home, call me home, oh Mother, when you call me home,

All rest safe and warm till the day I'm reborn, and return to the land that I love, I love, return to the land that I love

Oh the rocks and the trees are my home my home

The rivers and seas are my home

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