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The girl from Dublin comes to me here under the the summer sun.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. She drinks her new city a cup at a time, until her coffee is done.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. I love her early in the curtain of morning, where the red trains run.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. She has wild light under her step when she walks or she runs.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. I wait each day in an old black chair until we can be one.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. The girl from Dublin waits for me here under the summing sun.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. Her beauty is soft as the day-ghosted moon, & never outdone.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
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The girl from Dublin comes to me here under the the summer sun.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. She drinks her new city a cup at a time, until her coffee is done.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. I love her early in the curtain of morning, where the red trains run.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. She has wild light under her step when she walks or she runs.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. I wait each day in an old black chair until we can be one.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. The girl from Dublin waits for me here under the summing sun.    Her beauty is soft    as the day-ghosted moon,    & never outdone. Her beauty is soft as the day-ghosted moon, & never outdone.
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EvanS
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
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