Happy Irish
Knowledge is power.
It is told.
A Irish man do not like it when someone is messing with his gold.
Lonely he may seem to be, but there is a group of people that may like him, indeed.
Skipping jokingly through the meadow, his friends awaits near the end of the rainbow.
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