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- Our warrior Cu
Chulainn is dead,
Our great Cu Chulainn.
He was a shield of bronze,
a wall of stone.
He was a spear of light,
a watcher in high places,
a rock in the flowing river.
He was the sun of morning,
a great fire at night.
He was lightning in forest,
a sudden storm,
a short life.
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