| The snow begins across the mountains
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| Covers the rice fields
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| Down below a woman awakens
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| Her breath is frozen in the early morning
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| Out on the freezing streets
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| With bell and bowl she goes
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| People come to see the face
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| People come to feel the light
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| Of an Irish Girl
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| Everything in the world is new
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| Everybody I tell wants to know you
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| Soshin … Soshin …
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| She washes noodles by the open window
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| Wet and soft between her fingers
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| The air of spring blows on her face
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| And the moment is eternal
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| Maura sits in the dark womb-like stillness
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| She’s thinking 'How can I die or cease to be?
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| I am eternal, I am Roshi!'
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| Everything in the world is new
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| Everybody I tell wants to know you
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| Soshin … Soshin …
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| She may not change a blade of grass
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| Nor light the flame for souls to see
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| But in this silent Easter morning
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| She has found a friend in me
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| An Irish girl |