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BELFAST
Belfast
Belfast, a killing town.
Lying between heathered hills.
It's charm worked on all who visit.
Soft greetings in its splendid pubs belie its violence.
Where faceless men parade as innocents.
Our culpabilty lending a hand to their thoughtless motives.
Hardness grips a once heathered town.
Its bloom gone, only a sigh of madness
whispers along these streets of welcome.
Belfast, a killing town.
Lying between heathered hills.
It's charm worked on all who visit.
Soft greetings in its splendid pubs belie its violence.
Where faceless men parade as innocents.
Our culpabilty lending a hand to their thoughtless motives.
Hardness grips a once heathered town.
Its bloom gone, only a sigh of madness
whispers along these streets of welcome.
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