Ireland
Miscellaneous
They want to speak for us
They made our home
Tuðès
They didn't know where we were truth
For us sisterë - night for them - day
Now they are waiting for mûsø klaidø
And we are not on our shouldersø
Wings
Though they burned our hands
But we still have our songs
True
Though your deep ocean dies
And your hands droop at your feet
But thoughts soar like birds
Live freely like the wild wind

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