And the jewels of the crown banished the luster
While golden hue turned pale with strokes of silver
And rubies raised a hand in salute asunder
For queen of fairies, in charming Knocknacarra
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then, the cups were clinkin'
and the drunk men were singin'
about hopes for tomorrow,
and the weather that night
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Oh! how long my journey was,
over the seas and the lands.
It was but one thing for a secret,
something carries the joy and its strands.
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Whether in my might,
or in the mind of soul.
About the harsh and soft,
goes so thoughts in a whole.
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And when the wind did whistle,
upon the glamourous hills and plains
Hark the sound of the meadows,
that washed out my agony and pains
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Raise and bow,
hail and show,
the respect and the cheers.
There he stands,
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Two out of two,
and three out of five.
Missed up the calculations?
no worries, it's a sinful life.
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Winding path it was,
in between the wind and the cold sun.
And the bloom of the cotton clouds,
made a resting shade in fast rhyme and run.
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In every corner you see it bound,
or hovering with sparkles on the face
But it would be felt not for how the sound,
except a touch to the heart and embrace
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