Shut up the extra hours

                                        Onto the bronze carpet

                                        Warm Buffa glide sighs

Ferme the wash cycles

Ferme the sterling flood

                                        Sink in to the oceans heart

                                        Be kissed by your sun

Drives on does this Ulster girl

Strives on does the Northern One

Shutting down skills to build

Ferme the hobby comes

                                        But a natural she is

                                        Translates with glint ease

                                        her mantra to me

                                        of cheeked liberties

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