Shamrocks
And roses
In an ever green flock
Now through your noses...
Turning into a high stock!
People nice and cozy seen
And all around you seem so green!
These are a few of some lucky streams
Realizing many of your major dreams.
In strives, when you are in pain
Call me, oh my, call up my name,
Knowing it won't be in vain...
Ana.
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