Rain will plunge in the
Liffey. Laughs and tears and love and pain will follow its way to the
sea. Missing pieces of life.
Missing stories.
Lost if the clouds shine
too much outside the pub. Remembering the evening we were drunk on
music. People whirling, green heads, green suits.
I will never remember the
band's name. But I remember everything else.
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