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To IrelandFly me away to Ireland To see if the hills are really that green And to roll so far down them And laugh in emerald grassTo Ireland
Hold me while we’re in Ireland
As the grass tickles my back Tell me of leprechauns with gold Let me laugh, let me laugh
Play with me in our Ireland On that old rope swing by the lake As the breeze tosses my hair
When I swing and swing and swing
Kiss me under our sea green moon And sway to our made-up song Run with me toward the pot of gold As we dance around the rainbow
Stay with me in Ireland
and thanks for the fave
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In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michaelangelo
~Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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