Hello and welcome to Navel Gazing, Season Two Episode 4.
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.
Wet evening in April.
Patrick Kavanagh
-Notebook 1 page 29, 30. Summer 1990
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