Sad Cypress from a song in Twelfth Night: "Come away, come away, death / And in sad cypress let me be laid".

The music reflects Shakespeare’s words 'Come away, come away, death /And in sad cypress let me be laid'.

I had also come away from each regional feminist forum inspired in very different ways.

They say he went to Bahia Blanca, very far from here.

Stick to things long enough to see them come to fruition.

I would so have loved to have been there, but it was just too far!

To come here and lose is nowhere near good enough.

For this show to come around [it] was so different.

I think it’s incredible that people come from so far away.

I would love to come, but unfortunately, you’re too far away…

Please call before coming if you are driving from distance.

Luckily, many of them still come back, some from far away.

I would love to go but I live a long way from Dublin.

Everyone who was watching saw it coming from afar.

When it sees them from a far place, they hear its raging and roaring.