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To ancient walls and linnets sing
“Close your eyes and dream with me-
Picture a cottage by the sea
On a misty morn in Ireland-
There we would wander, hand in hand,
In a garden where red roses cling
To ancient walls and linnets sing-
Your tender smile would speak to me
In sweet and silent poetry
Until green hills turned twilight gray,
Until there was no more to say-
Then you and I would lay a fire
Kindled with...
