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My wanderer boat, shaked by the winds
Brought me to this mysterious island.

Like everybody´s dream when you´re castaway,
Job, kind people, love maybe...

Ireland is the place I dreamed.
Ireland is where the hope-green grows.

There´s no place like you, Airlann
I don´t care the cold and dark nights...

It gave me time to find the lighthouse
And find my sanctuary in your shore,

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Posted: Nov 3

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