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Jun 3, 2008 16:13:22 GMT -8
Post by cedar on Jun 3, 2008 16:13:22 GMT -8
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly With fear in the eyes,
The light begins to fade as the shadows Fall across the stormy Irish Sea,
The burning hope that will not die, A dream must go with the wind And leave something behind on the Waiting tide.
Time to fly, time to leave the past behind. One voice alone –a haunting cry. One star burning bright, Let it carry through the darkest night, In the lonely deserted streets of Galway.
Even if the stars fell like rain, while the sun leaves the sky, Even if tomorrow never came, Even if tears never dry, Even in the world they know should crumble.
Some days dark and bitter, Seems there is no prayer.
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