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Wednesday, 7 December 2011


Deep within the highland mist
The echo’s of a magical tune
A  Scottish lilt  called Brigadoon.

Once a century it calls  your name
The village from the mystic past
Enchantment blessed, heaven sent
True love for ever that always lasts..

Just one chance you are gifted to see
Brigadoon the village of eternity
Partake of goodness for ever more
As you cross over the bridge of Doon..

Shrouds of mist will cover your tracts
Brigadoon has captured  your heart
Love and kindness, all heavens gifts
For the world you left
Will not be missed...   
Peter Wicks

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