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to me like the mists of Erin. Guard me with her ancient dreams. Enfold me like the veil of Banba. Cover me with kisses like her soft, warm rain. Let me ascend like the haze o'er Conor pass. Among the sheer cliffs of Antrim I'll discover you, hear your heart beat. And in the meadows of Kerry I'll fall asleep with my head resting in your lap. Like a lover's kiss she seals my lips. Like a mountain she hides her secrets. |
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 First published: Sunday 27th October, 1996. Send a to the author! You may also use this form |
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