After Watching The Quiet Man
A movie set in Innisfree,
so green and beautiful to see -
the sun burned through the dew and mist,
but it was in my head - did not exist.
Flaming redhead lass, you will be missed.
A voice from the old-country calls Dave,
and there's nothing left for me to save,
in L.A, twenty-first century.
Her voice sings a birdsong melody,
and I leave this note no one will see.
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