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THE EMERALD ISLE (1979)

They call themselves freedom fighters.
Brethren,

they fight in the name of their different religions
And…

the mothers of Ireland cry…
as the sons of Ireland die…

And the emerald isle turns red …
With the blood of the innocent.

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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