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XXIII
seolaim blátha chugat gach oíche
ina bhféileacáin chumhra
ar snámh faoi ghealach imníoch
is ligeann a scíth
ar do philiúr bán
every night i send You flowers
scented butterflies
floating under an anxious moon
until they rest
on Your pale pillow