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Sokolac

Sokolac (Serbian Cyrillic: Соколац) is a town and municipality in Bosnia and Herzegovina and the part of the City of East Sarajevo in the Republika Srpska entity.

Economy

For many years, agriculture has been an important part of Sokolac. For most inhabitants, agriculture is the only way to make a living, but also a family tradition. Sokolac used to be known for its high quality potato; until recently, the potato chip industry was a promising industry for the region. Livestock production is the second largest agriculture industry in the community. The area surrounding Sokolac is well known for its quality grasslands, due to foggy, moist conditions that keep the grasses green much of the year and make them well suited for grazing dairy, cattle and sheep. The beef cattle and sheep is the second largest export of the community. Although Sokolac has a small dairy factory, the milk market production is very small. Sokolac is surrounded by high quality woodlands, which have been largely destroyed in last ten years. Although this industry generates most revenue for the community, a small percentage of people work in the industry. Sokolac is the important intersection of the regional roads.

Sokolac (Sokolac)

Sokolac (Sokolac) is a village in the municipality of Sokolac, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

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Skellig

by: Clannad

Like mighty ships that sail the Atlantic foam
The Skellig Isles parade the Kerry Coast
It's a strange place with the needle's eye
Where shipwrecks lie
Where the king of the world rested for a while
And a place for the pilgrim, a sanctuary of time
Fourteen steps to nowhere, out of solid stone
Don't lead us to the Heavens or lead us to the sea
The Vikings came to plunder and destroy
But to this day the holy relics stand
In a blind mans cove, where the wailing woman sigh
And the seagulls cry
Where the king of the world rested for a while
And a place for the pilgrim, a sanctuary of time
Fourteen steps to nowhere, out of solid stone
Don't lead us to the Heavens or lead us to the sea
A journey to these islands, so rare
The sound of screaming souls that fill the air
A thousand wings, against the sky
And gray seals disguised
Where the king of the world rested for a while
And a place for the pilgrim, a sanctuary of time
Fourteen steps to nowhere, out of solid stone




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