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    Mountain range rolling to the sea in the place I long to be this all lies west of me
    Dingle holds my heart and soul when I go there I feel whole
    Inch is we’re I love to stand on the beach a mile of sand
    Weather it’s spring or summer I become a beach bummer
    In the land of the kings to my mind a freedom brings
    If I could afford to stay I would move away today and slowly pass my time away
    Trapped within my mortal coil I must live a poor lifestyle
    So I fill my days with dreams for I’m trapped or so it seems
    Writing helps me now escape from the moment I awake
    Dingle holds my heart and soul but my love I can’t control
    Thomas Lennon 01:20 04/07/18