Poem
Ireland
A land where the wind keeps ancient stories and the light of dreams continues to shine.
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In Ireland’s green, so wild and deep, the magic stirs where shadows lie, where winds of war their secrets keep, and ancient spirits never die.
The hills still hum with voices past, of ancestors who fought the tide, in valleys wide, their courage vast, and dreams of light they still provide.
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