The birds sang in the wet trees And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him The melancholy.
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Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh (21 October 1904 – 30 November 1967) was an Irish poet and novelist. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and th…
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