Forty-Eight

Music: Planxty Eleanor Plunkett.
By Turlough O'Carolan.
Sequenced by Barry Taylor at Kunst der Fuge .

Forty-eight finds little to regret,
Opening her arms to what is hers.
Revelations are a daily joy,
Though there is much that weighs upon the heart,
Yearning for what now will never be. Everyone would change some things, and yet
In truth the gift of life is what occurs.
Given that some would sweet days destroy,
Her love's a gift from which she would not part,
The denouement no actor could foresee.

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