Erin
The modest curves of a women in jeans,
whose smile becomes the essence of sheen,
A beam extended of a distant sun,
A beam exalted the beauteous one,
her orgin must be of a godess hands,
her name is uttered everywhere men stand,
Erin, beneath the breath of fairest dreams,
Erin of earth, adorned, the fairest queen
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