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Tis a sad tale to you that I bring of
A beautiful Irish Lass
Her ebony hair so
Glossy tangled in many waves
Yet so wind swept and blowing the mass
I’m but one of her many slaves

Her complexion soft and white and
Her eyes of emerald green
Although partly shrouded in
A heavy flowing mist
The vision of her is always bright and clean
Tis that my heart is in a twist

We sometimes dance among
The clouds to pass the night away
So light in her dancing seems
There is no one there
A world of beauty when we swing and sway
A real beauty that I will always care

An allusion, a dream of that
Beautiful Lass so light and fair
Tis that Lass that is always just
A mere thought away
Closing my eyes and yes that Lass is there
A never ending dream even for today

©Dale L Neill
March 11, 2005
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