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Waiting for her long, lost love!

The Irish Lass (Lady in White)

by Mimi Linny

The Irish lass With auburn hair And flowing gown of white Did stand upon the misty knoll One dark and haunting night.   “Alas” said she With heart forlorn “Oh, where art thou, my love?” For promised he they’d meet that night Beneath the moon above.   As hours did pass The wind grew cold The weeping willows swayed The Irish lass with auburn hair Felt not she’d been betrayed And faith held out her love would come Their rendezvous belated And vow she did to ne’er depart In humble splendor waited.   The days, the months, the years have waned And through the dust of time The Irish lass with auburn hair And flowing gown of white Can still be seen upon the knoll Her fading shadow glistening Still waiting, she, in lasting hope, Will sigh to all who’s listening.   “Alas," she cries, in haunting tone “Can that be you, my dear?” “Come closer, closer, reach for me... “I’m still waiting for you here!”

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