May 15, 2007

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  Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
  And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea;
  Where rivers run clear, and the bracken is warm in the sun,
  And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
  
  Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
  And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long;
  Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
  And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
  
  Come by the hills to the land where legends remain,
  The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again;
  Where the past has been lost, and the future is still to be won,
  And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
  
  Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
  And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea;
  Where rivers run clear, and the bracken is warm in the sun,
  And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
  

  
  

  
  

  *hugs*

  
  

   

  
  

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