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Moneyslane
Coordinates: 54°17′17″N 6°05′17″W / 54.288°N 6.088°W / 54.288; -6.088
Moneyslane (from Irish: Muine Sleanna, meaning "thicket of flat-stones") is a small village and townland in County Down, Northern Ireland, on the main route from Castlewellan to Banbridge. In the 2001 Census it had a population of 147. It lies within the District of Banbridge.
History
In the 1659 Census this townland was called Nunis Lane and there were 16 families living there. By 1841 there were 138 families with 356 males and 356 females, 10% of whom were receiving Famine relief. A corn mill was built in 1831, held by James McBride from General Meade. Water supplied by a small stream was not in sufficient quantity, so that the mill worked only five months on average. The water wheel was 18 feet in diameter, breadth 3 feet, diameter of the cog wheel was 8 feet; it was double geared with wood and metal machinery. The flax mill was next to the corn mill and worked by the same water wheel. It was the property of James McBride. It was first built in 1800 and completely repaired in 1834, but only worked four months of the year. The diameter of the cog wheel was 8 feet. It was double geared with metal machinery.
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Brilliance Of Shadow
by: MainlineAwake, no way
a plague split my face
no answers, and breathless
i felt it incoming into me
Out of my way weather gets darker
to anything clear
no shelter (no) gladful (no)
place to call help back to you
Dead imploding when my dreams get over
perception, and bleeding wings are
throwing down those bodies you once
controld
Crawl, sex appease slowly
crawl, let it fill up
crawl, sex appease down things
crawl, let them feel out
Out of my way weather gets darker
to anything clear
no shelter (no) gladful (no)
place to call help back to you
You bring my loves evading
from imperfection and setting on fire
You bring my loves to hate
descerning into me me and feeling sane
You bring my loves enacted
with a connection of the eye(s)
Weakless bounds and words inflames
while our gods paint the sky
'nd facing out control, my skin gets dirty anyway
Crawl, sex appease slowly
crawl, let it fill up
crawl, sex appease down things
crawl, let them feel out
You bring my loves evading
from imperfection and setting on fire
You bring my loves to hate
descerning into me and feeling sane
You bring my loves enacted
with a connection of the eye(s)
see through fading
see through a connection of the eye
stand by me, i live.
Blame
should let creep that noise
Reborn