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Over Irish moors I can see the sea.

She waits for me to begin my journey.

I must attempt the crossing-

my love waits on the distant shore.

He stands with open arms, smiling.

Patience and determination will bring

me to my destination.

I will miss my native shores,

for they have nurtured me through the years.

But I need him more now.

It is time.

Time to plunge the bow of my ship through

the waves of the sea,

Time to follow the North star through even

the blackest night.

"Faith, my love, I shall be there soon."

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