Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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He is dead, and never word of blame
Or praise of him his spirit hears,
Sacred, secure from cark of fame,
From sympathy of useless tears. 

1. Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh
2. The Philistine
3. A Season Of Repose
4. To Eoghan
5. The Seasons And The Leaves

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