Shall your heart warm our veins?
I've seen
you in lost castles and high grown fields,
There are
many, who know you,
But do they
really know you at all?
The rose of
silver never blooming haunts your lone call,
Will you
walk among us and help us stay?
I know you
are here but your lost like a song crumbled up,
Trapped in
the past,
The
garments you wear flow with the nighttime breeze,
Your eyes
the pictures of seas hitting the suns rusted knees,
Your lips
the blood of your people,
You have
the skin of blown dust from past wars,
Please
don't wander away from us,
We wait for
you now,
And you are
her and she is you
You are
Ireland,
Don't leave
us will you?
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