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Of the dark pastA child is born;
With joy and
My heart is torn.
Calm in his
The living lies.
May love and
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is
On the glass;
The world that was
Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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