Irish mist
amber coloured drink
by which I end another day
filled with long hard labour
take all my sorrows away
I ask of you no sudden rush
the likes some drugs provide
I want a soothing peaceful
a slow and paralysing slide
Engulf me in your white fog
mist coming from the green isle
suppress the pain with fumes
your taste cures me for a while
by which I end another day
filled with long hard labour
take all my sorrows away
I ask of you no sudden rush
the likes some drugs provide
I want a soothing peaceful
a slow and paralysing slide
Engulf me in your white fog
mist coming from the green isle
suppress the pain with fumes
your taste cures me for a while
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| Auteur: Holy Boeddha | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 maart 2008 | ||
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