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LOCATION: Land of the Leprech...
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JOINED: August 05, 2010
LOCATION: Land of the Leprech...
RECORDS: 15
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: August 05, 2010
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Broken hearts come together, Broken hearts stay forever. Never healed an empty wound, Sore and aching...you can't help but feel doomed. You long to see your love again, Touch their hair and smell their smell, You wait in sighs for that day to come, But now my friend, you are ninety-one. So lie down, close your eyes, because here you'll never have to say goodbye. I was inspiresd to write this poem because of something that was erected in my city a couple of years ago but I only learned the meaning of it yesterday. The 'Broken Heart' Famine memorial sculpture is a fountain in the shape of a broken heart in memory of the forced emigration of several thousands who fled to America and beyond from nearby Steamboat Quay. |
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