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There is a town in Ireland.
It sits in a verdant field of rolling green.
Nestled amongst the hills.
When the sun rises, the streets shine
As if paved with gold.
The spray of the sea washes.
Rinses the landscape clean
And glistens in the sun.
The homes are small and quant.
Reddish brown, each one distinct.
Each one unique.
This vision haunts my waking dreams.
And I know this place is real.
I know this place is home.