Luke Kelly, the soul
A song of that bird alone
The irish red haired lion
The soul of ireland who sang about hope and grief with passion
Truth in the world so painful and hard as stone
Sang with rears in the eyes
Even battle in your songs
And also courses with deep cries
about the feeling rights and wrongs
When you were singing it was your soul who spoke
pure magic words straight from the tongue
while your heart started to bleed, sometimes
Your eyes closed and almost melt to one with you face
Such beautiful pieces
With such poetic and such clearly rhyms
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