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My Ireland is not your’s
It is not their’s
It is my own
Two decades have passed
They hae come and gone
They are the fruit of time
I long once more for your gentle grace
For your simple beauty
For my Ireland
The ocean is miles from here
Miles from the plains
Miles from my field of view
Tomorrow is forever just a day away
Just out of grasp
Just like my Ireland
Now a child of change and of peace
Change the world
Change my heart
Never to step out onto the cliffs again
Onto the fields of green
Onto the soil of my Ireland
par Sām
Š2001