Seeing the warmth of spring arrive The green of clover and blue of sky Ponder the wonders of each new day And count myself blessed to be awake The pink heather carpet under tall pines Rustling wind and waves align In peaceful vistas verdant and fine Castle towers rise, an ancient home Keeping secrets bound in silent stone Saints once tread this sacred ground Devoted lives, where love abounds A wondrous land, steeped in history Yes, Ireland is where I'd love to be.
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