An irish air of beauty.

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Oh, play it again, oh, play it again…
There is something there that I recall, a
Fleeting melody, a snatch of tune.
An old refrain that calls forth
From inner depths,
A chord so moving,
So clothed in beauty,
So much in harmony,
Something lacking
Words that are eternal.
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Recalled from another
Time, another place, yet
Recognised as being a part
Of me and part of you.
Yet, paradoxically,
Between the two.
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An air that comes
From the heart of one
Whose life is of beauty and love
And peace for all the world, and you
And me. An air that gives us to each other
That we might express for all the world
Oh, yes, play it again, oh play it again….