Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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O bursting bud of joy
I pluck thee in thy flower!
Fast I plant thee in my breast
To bloom and bloom for ever.

I lived without thee long,
Lonesome my life without thee.
Lightly blossom in my breast,
O flower mine, for ever! 

1. The Philistine
2. Dublin Tramcars
3. The Stars Stand up in the Air
4. Requies
5. In the Storm

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