| Like an arc, two lovers come
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| From their own place beneath the sun
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| That shines on individual souls
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| Feeds us, keeps each one of us whole
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| Two hearts don’t beat as one
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| Each one listens to our own drum
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| Slowly we come to touch
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| To share the fruit we want so much
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| We have been holding back the river
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| We almost drowned before
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| But love has changed forever
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| It’s taking prisoners no more
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| So we walk to the Grand Canal
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| A Dublin woman and a country pal
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| Where the city is such a perfect place
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| Swans glide in total grace
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| Kavanagh sits in a morning dream
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| Smiles at the familiar scene
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| Of your brown eyes, your red hair
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| Your voice so soft, your skin so fair
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| We have been holding back the river
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| We almost drowned before
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| But love has changed forever
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| It’s taking prisoners no more |