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The snow begins across the mountains |
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Covers the rice fields |
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Down below a woman awakens |
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Her breath is frozen in the early morning |
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Out on the freezing streets |
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With bell and bowl she goes |
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People come to see the face |
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People come to feel the light |
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Of an Irish Girl |
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Everything in the world is new |
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Everybody I tell wants to know you |
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Soshin ... Soshin ... |
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She washes noodles by the open window |
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Wet and soft between her fingers |
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The air of spring blows on her face |
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And the moment is eternal |
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Maura sits in the dark womb-like stillness |
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She's thinking 'How can I die or cease to be? |
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I am eternal, I am Roshi!' |
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Everything in the world is new |
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Everybody I tell wants to know you |
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Soshin ... Soshin ... |
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She may not change a blade of grass |
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Nor light the flame for souls to see |
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But in this silent Easter morning |
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She has found a friend in me |
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An Irish girl |
