Eire

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    Eire

    We are children born to chaos,
    longing to be free.
    Our only hope for peace of mind
    lies in the rhythm of the sea.

    Come with me we'll dream together.
    Our breath will be one with the tide.
    The Emerald Isle makes my soul take flight.
    This Irish heart pulses with pride.

    I simply exist when lying in green.
    All that I am melts away.
    The ways of the world seem so trivial,
    for a moment I feel okay.

    This land has so much to offer,
    and I have nothing to give.
    Nothing but my allegiance
    and all my life to live.

    One day you and I will lie in the grass
    of a cliff by the Irish Sea.
    Two will be one and peace will be ours
    nevermore to fear, just be,

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