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Enya Deora Ar Mo Chroí

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it And

ar mo chroi go deo He-a-ro He-a-o-ro Ma shiulaim o na laetha beo An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chul Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil Deora ar mo chroi

ar mo chroi go deo He-a-ro He-a-o-ro Ma shiulaim o na laetha beo An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chul Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil Deora ar mo chroi

ar mo chroi go deo He-a-ro He-a-o-ro Ma shiulaim o na laetha beo An ghrian 's an ghealach ar mo chul Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil Deora ar mo chroi