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Y Bwa
Uwch y waedd, drwy'r gawod chwys - a helynt:
Y morthwylion stormus,
Heibio'r awr sy'n bwyta brys
Maetynfa ymas at enfys.
Above the cry, through sweat showers - and the hail
Of stormy hammers
Past the hour that eats haste
We are drawn towards rainbows
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