Galway
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Galway, Ireland
like a mother's tears of joy when her child
comes home from the sea.
So does my heart weep
when we are sometimes parted,
you from me.
Therefore let us make this pact,
to let love bind us,
one to another,
to always return,
'ere the green hills' grasses turn brown.
May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing.
And, may our love fill the world.
Angel wings tenderly beating.
Susan Campbell