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Away with all demons and troubles,
tonight at least shall I swallow joy
tonight I shall forget all pains.
A temperate joy, not that feeling beyond all others-
tonight I shall be sane.
No Cinderella me, not fairy-godmothered,
but tonight I put on borrowed health,
crowned by what might have been;
tonight I shall dance with my prince,
and tomorrow forsake him.
© Dubhóc MacEògainn, 2005.