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Poems Of Tomás Ó Cárthaigh (65)
The Devil Is A Clever Chap
The Gateway Of The Dead
The Hungry Grass
The Meadows Through Which My Dancing Heart
The Most Horrible Sight To A Man In This World Is The Beauty Of A Lady’s Smile
The Singing Bird Gives Thanks
The Soul Is Soothed By The Lord
The Waked Corpse
To Be, Or Not To Be A Bee
To Grow In Love Is What God Asks
To The Recently Deceased
What I See Before Me
When The Potatoes Did Not Grow
Which Wolf Controls The Soul Of Man?
Why Should He Listen, The Burdened Lord?
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