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In valleys green where rivers run, Lies Clonmel rare, where time's threads spun,Cobblestones kissed by footfalls light,Whisper tales of days gone by. ..
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In the summer of my youth,
I met a man who spoke the truth.
He was kind and he was gay,
And he stole my heart away.
We danced beneath ..
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Will I ever love myself?
Or will I always be on the shelf?
I look in the mirror and see
Someone who's not quite me
I try to change, to..
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When you lose a friend, it’s hard to comprehend, the pain
and the hurt that you feel in the end. You try to move on, but it’s not the
sa..
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I want a man to love, to hold,
A heart so warm, a soul so bold.
In twilight's hush, in dawn's soft light,
To share the dreams that fill the n..
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In Tipperary's quiet lanes so green,
Lived a man with a noble dream unseen.
He longed to serve, to stand and fight,
For justice, for the peop..
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The world will end when I say goodbye,
When shadows fall and silence sighs.
The sun will set in muted gold,
As stories cease, left untold.
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Beneath the posts and in the scrum,
A love blooms bright, a silent hum.
Two young men, their hearts collide,
Tech wizards by day, warriors ou..
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When first our eyes met, a spark caught the air,
Two souls at a crossroad, a promise to share.
We laughed under skies, through day and night,
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To speak the words that must be said
In a language only they would understand,
To confess: I love you, I truly do.
It might mean he&rsquo..
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