The mist lifts slowly,
like the darkness outside.
Light then returns,
bringing sight to the eyes.
The flow of the Liffey,
calm like the breeze.
That runs with my thoughts,
out into the sea.
Into the bay,
out past Howth Head.
Thinking of people,
some breathing, some dead.
The heroes, the villains,
the loved and the scorned.
In Dublin city,
all have been born.
In Dublin's fair city.
Alive, alive-O!
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
The mist lifts slowly,
like the darkness outside.
Light then returns,
bringing sight to the eyes.
The flow of the Liffey,
calm like the breeze.
That runs with my thoughts,
out into the sea.
Into the bay,
out past Howth Head.
Thinking of people,
some breathing, some dead.
The heroes, the villains,
the loved and the scorned.
In Dublin city,
all have been born.
In Dublin's fair city.
Alive, alive-O!
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