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Thin Veil – Where Can I Touch the Edge of Heaven
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I Was Irish Once
I was Irish once: I was Irish for brief moments, As they danced on makeshift stage. Three sisters donned in green and white, With ribbons in curled hair. I was Irish for brief moments, As locks bounced...
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I Was Irish Once
I was Irish once: I was Irish for brief moments, As they danced on makeshift stage. Three sisters donned in green and white, With ribbons in curled hair. I was Irish for brief moments, As locks bounced...
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I Was Irish Once
I was Irish once… I was Irish for brief moments, As they danced on makeshift stage. Three sisters donned in green and white, With ribbons in curled hair. I was Irish for brief moments, As locks bounced...
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