Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Requies

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. My Love To-Night
2. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
3. Fairy Tales
4. Quando Ver Venit Meum?
5. The Stars Stand up in the Air

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