Derry

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Derry

Derry is calling me

Hill after hill

Cool crisp mornings

The sun, the sun breaks through

Pain gave way to hope

River foyle has seen it all

And the walls they know

Bogside, Waterside

Time to live, get on

Kids running playing

Remember don't forget, but go back

It's done, been done, a new day

Hope, hope for us all

Courageous souls lighting the way

Tom, Kevin, Will

Pain more pain, their eyes have seen

Living, loving through it all

Death came calling, hate not far behind

Put on down, see past it all

There is hope in Derry

Hope for us all

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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