All walking in a line, shivering against the blistering cold
One wonders what each the woolly being is thinking
Brings back fond memories of winter days in Dublin
I love that little Irish City
The food, the parks, the stores
The movies we'd watch from end-to-end
The comedies, the drama and of course, the horrors
It was there that I first met him
The first sight, the first smile
And Dublin was my only witness
But it lasted only for a while
I've moved on but my heart remains sorrow
The pictures are now but a blur
Now I've only to look forth for tomorrow
And hope one day
Hopefully may
Return to dear old Dublin, once more
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