Once a time, once lived a man, he was 31, he by the sea, he on an island, he was a warrior, My Ok, you go... I'm going... you go... I'm going... Go on... so one day man, he met a girl, she had hair that had a natural curl, She was so but sad. That's nice, so, what happened you go... They fell in love in an he save her from her death. her horse was with madness but he it in a breath. She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the daughter a He said, doesn't mean a thing, that mean a thing!' So man and girl lived in Tir Na Land of endless where no one can old They lived hundred years. But one day the man, he to go home, to pay a visit, the said go alone, but don't let your feet the ground. 'Why It break the magic. of course! she to ride a white pony, he will beg your return but let me guess something wrong, cause in stories never learn! She said, 'I am a fairy from Tir Na the of a king' He said, doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a thing!' Three years and all had died, the was cracked the sea had dried, his family lay tombed inside the crust, the man broke down, off the horse, he touched the and then of course, the he missed came back with force, he to dust. So the horse back, to Tir Na N'og the land of youth, no one can grow old. And there the wept, this was the 27th she'd almost kept.