Goodbye
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mike monahan
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As the sun sets down on Dublin bay its dying rays meets the cross of the Celt,
in Bridget's old churchyard where love once tread, dark shadows cast out a net to be embraced by a weeping willow,
final bursts of solar light end the day captivating two Gaelic hearts etched in bark pierced with a arrow,
a remembrance stone engraved RIP dies out in the light that fades haunted by ghosts from a past life...
Mikeymo
{2004}
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