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Slate clouds scudding
Across a steely sky
There is a peace here
Troubles lost to the wind
Oh but my heart lies
Softly on these moors
Nestled deep in this woodland
Buffeted on the Atlantic swell
Give me the rain
The chill
The isolation
Over the city's bustle
The place where the stars shine brighter
Than streetlights ever could
The Hebrides holds a magic
Awakens a longing in me