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[sid] => 22163
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Tuirse Mo Chroi
[time] => 2003-08-21 04:05:00
[hometext] => the name means my tired heart in Irish literally my heart tires my translation isnt great if you read the poem you might understand [bodytext] => what point is a sunrise without you its beauty and awe empty like the glass we half filled filling again with tears. what is the cool breeze worth and the green grass of Ireland without you beside me to share the joy in our eyes that was the only real thing to me the rest an insubstantial eternity that joy only promised to me my soul spilled over with joy and now you are gone... Tuirse mo chroi [comments] => 2 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 22 [informant] => ArdRi79 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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