Lady Ireland
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I walked behind your footsteps
As you showed to me the road,
the road that you had made
whereon I had to go.
I past by many fountains
Where I stopped to quench my thirst
and you told me it was precious
God made it for this earth.
Ahead there stood many hills
then these fruits to me were free.
And on our way down again
from these hilltops of glory
you caught me in your arms
and told me a nighttime story..
"No road is without its hills
there may be bumps and potholes deep
but show love to you neighbor
and in your Heart God always keep"
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