My Irish night sky looks like a painted dream a joyful moon smiles at glistening stars glowing luminous, and larger than it seems a mystic, and lover of the ocean sea a pirate, a sailor a gypsy Queen dancing to music while I sing under a night sky a painted dream wild for freedom Alas, forever -- your gypsy Queen.
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