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To Be Carved On a Stone at Thoor Ballylee

I, the poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green slates,
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
Restored this tower for my wife George;
And may these characters remain
When all is ruin once again.

(выделено мной)

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[berezin.livejournal.com]

Дай Бог здоровья и денег побольше.

[avva.livejournal.com]

Спасибо.