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Emerald (edited repost)
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I could float away with every syllable created, carried on the breeze within your words,
never to be seen again by uncaring eye or touched by selfish thought.
Speak to me as a long lost friend or as lovers igniting the flame.
Spin me a yarn, tell me your tale
Giggle and laugh
Scream and Shout
Weep or Cry
Make it long, make it short with tall tales told in between.
Be bold, humble, loud and proud
So much to see, so much to hear, things to say keeping us safe and healthy,
I will pray to whomever will listen.
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I hope they are listening too.
I could float away with every syllable created, carried on the breeze within your words,
never to be seen again by uncaring eye or touched by selfish thought.
Speak to me as a long lost friend or as lovers igniting the flame.
Spin me a yarn, tell me your tale
Giggle and laugh
Scream and Shout
Weep or Cry
Make it long, make it short with tall tales told in between.
Be bold, humble, loud and proud
So much to see, so much to hear, things to say keeping us safe and healthy,
I will pray to whomever will listen.
Your irish charm is a gift from the gods.
I hope they are listening too.
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