LXIV
fiáin atá siad
na blátha a thagann amach
gach oíche
chomh fiáin le croí an ainrialaí sin
a phioc ina gceann is ina gceann iad
they are wild
the flowers that bloom for You
in the night
wild as the anarchist’s heart
that plucked each flower for You
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