The look in your eyes as you ponder about. So what are you thinking still? A love undone many
ages ago, lost in the sea of woe. Can you bring her back, to see her face? The Irish eyes will tell. The love once held a special glance, now it only fell. When will you know the love my
dear of long ago to roam. A love of trust is
banished still, never remembered, never rekindled. The Irish eyes will tell.
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