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He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
Sirens! The cry went round the shipas swift as if they'd sighted homeand every sailor felt the grip
Come across the rainbow bridgeto Asgard, where the Norse gods live!