P R O I N S I A S C O L L I N S
Where the Brinny swiftly flowing, meets the Bandon's rapid tides
The waters 'ere they mingle, wash the castle's rugged side.
With ivied walls and ruined towers, though lonely now they stand
Are sad remnants of Ireland's once proud native land.
....a small church on a tiny Island in a silvery lake..."
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