SONG FOR GROUND of ANGER. Phil and Colic laugh June.

That goes whole day.
Narrow raised tests, in which falcons build their nests.
Of Silber-silver-winged steal it.
They know the call of freedom in their chest.
Black head counters the sky.
Where it twists rocks, where they run to the bottom with the sea.

Choral society.

Life on your Western bank.
Couchers of the sun of summer of saw, asked around more.
I was ready your Atlantic sea.
And a song for Ireland sang.

To drink whole day.
In the old publications, in which fielder to like to play.
Note saw elbow.
It played a reel, which seemed so large and homosexual allowed on of Dingle beach and form. In the wild foam rubber, we found a pole Atlantic.

Choral society.

Life on your Western bank.
Couchers of the sun of summer of saw, asked around more.
I was ready your Atlantic sea.
And a song for Ireland sang.

Whole maintenance of the day.
With the right friends who try to train you stay.
To explain jokes and information.
Song song to lead far time.
Galway the salmon race paid attention.
Like dancing silver-plated drawing in the sun.

Choral society.

Life on your Western bank.
Couchers of the sun of summer of saw, asked around more.
I was ready your Atlantic sea.
And a song for Ireland sang.

Dreams in the night. I a country in that keyns saw fighting due to awake in your paddle.
I saw you the morning crying the light.
It sleeps, where the falcons fly.
They twist and turn all-them in your blue skies.

Choral society.

Life on your Western bank.
Couchers of the sun of summer of saw, asked around more.
I was ready your Atlantic sea.
And a song for Ireland sang