cold northern wind your young arm against my face soft and warm there will always be an ireland. there will always be an ireland. silent hour worthless words view of some foreign city from the high window strange black birds there will always be an ireland. there will always be an ireland. what we did the things we said your hand resting on my head there will always be an ireland. there will always be an ireland. there will always be an ireland. there will always be an ireland.
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