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In the realm of
dreams, where spirits reside,
There lived a
soul, who never left our side,
Though unseen by
mortal eyes, it remained,
A gu..
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In
a world of chaos, a beacon of light,
His
presence so warm, his smile so bright.
Why
do I love him, this man so dear?
A question t..
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From land to
sea, a cry resounds,
A longing for
freedom, where hope abounds.
In Palestine's
heart, a struggle so deep,
A nation's
spi..
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In the heart of
the enchanting town of Clonmel, where the whispers of history echoed through
cobbled streets, there lived a man named Thomas. Hi..
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If I am not me,
who would I be?
A question that
lingers, deep within me.
For identity is
a tapestry, woven and true,
A reflection of
expe..
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In a land of dreams and tales untold,
Where magic whispers, secrets unfold,
There lies a stone, forever lucky,
A treasure found, so rare and ..
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In a world of
chaos and endless strife,
There's a man
who brings joy to life.
With a heart so
pure and a gentle soul,
He's a lovely
g..
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I'm a friend to
Palestine,
A land of beauty
and grace divine.
Where the sun
shines bright,
And the olive
trees sway in delight.
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A sight to behold,
A rainbow of
colours,
A treasure to
unfold.
A bowl full of
health,
A bowl full of
taste,
A bowl full of
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In the jolly old Clonmel town
not far away,
Lived a Christmas tree, quite a
spry display.
Tired of tinsel and baubles so
bright,
It sprout..
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