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Every old man I see Reminds me of my father b

Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I ......

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I do not think of you lying in the wet clay O

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the......

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I have lived in important places times When

I have lived in important places times
When great events were decided who owned
That half a rood of rock a no man""s land
Surrounded......

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We have tested and tasted too much lover Th

We have tested and tasted too much lover
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent darkened room
Wher......

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And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is gr

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart pass

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