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Disc 1
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Under Milk Wood - A Play for Voices
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01:32:06 |
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First Voice: To begin at the beginning
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00:05:12 |
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First Drowned: Remember me, Captain?
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00:01:38 |
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First Voice: From where you are...
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00:00:30 |
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Mr Edwards: Myfanwy Price!
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00:01:18 |
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First Voice: Come now, drift up the dark...
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00:01:44 |
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Mother: This little piggy...
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00:02:16 |
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First Voice: Now, in her iceberg-white...
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00:00:43 |
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Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard: Mr Ogmore!
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00:01:09 |
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First Voice: In Butcher Beynon's...
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00:00:28 |
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Organ Morgan: Help! cries Organ Morgan...
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00:00:28 |
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First Voice: At the sea end of town...
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00:00:27 |
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Utah Watkins: (Yawning) Thirty four, thirty five...
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00:03:07 |
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First Voice: Now behind the eyes and secrets...
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00:02:54 |
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First Voice: Time passes. Listen. Time passes
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00:01:58 |
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Rev. Eli Jenkins: Dear Gwalia! I know there are...
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00:02:00 |
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First Voice: Now, woken at last by the out-of-bed...
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00:00:23 |
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Lily Smalls: Oh, there's a face!
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00:02:14 |
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First Voice: Mary Ann the Sailors...
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00:02:39 |
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First Voice: Now frying-pans spit...
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00:01:19 |
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First Voice: Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen...
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00:01:32 |
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First Voice: From Beynon Butchers in Coronation Street...
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00:01:10 |
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First Voice: Up the street, in the Sailor's Arms...
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00:02:38 |
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Captain Cat: (Softly, to himself) Maggie Richards, Ricky Rhys...
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00:03:50 |
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First Voice: People are moving now, up and down...
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00:03:28 |
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First Voice: There's the clip clop of horses...
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00:00:46 |
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First Woman: Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard
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00:01:01 |
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First Voice: Outside, the sun springs down...
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00:01:32 |
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First Voice: And in Willy Nilly the Postman's dark...
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00:02:34 |
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Second Voice: ...herring gulls heckling down to the harbour...
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00:02:07 |
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First Voice: The music of the spheres is heard distinctly...
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00:02:33 |
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Polly Garter: I loved a man whose name was Tom...
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00:03:44 |
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First Voice: And the morning school is over...
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00:02:45 |
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First Voice: And the shrill girls giggle and muster around him...
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00:01:46 |
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Gossamer Beynon: I don't care if he is common...
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00:01:12 |
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First Voice: In the blind-drawn dark dining-room of School House...
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00:03:31 |
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First Voice: Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time...
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00:04:41 |
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First Voice: Captain Cat, at his window...
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00:04:12 |
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First Voice: The child says, and then she forgets him too
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00:01:23 |
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Disc 2
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Under Milk Wood - A Play for Voices
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01:32:06 |
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Second Voice: The afternoon buzzes like lazy bees...
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00:03:58 |
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First Voice: Now the town is dusk
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00:00:58 |
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Mr Pritchard: You first, Mr Ogmore
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00:01:30 |
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Rev. Eli Jenkins: Every morning, when I wake...
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00:01:52 |
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First Voice: Dusk is drowned forever until tomorrow
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00:01:57 |
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First Voice: Blind Captain Cat climbs into his bunk
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00:00:57 |
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First Voice: Mr Mog Edwards and Miss Myfanwy Price...
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00:01:16 |
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First Voice: The thin night darkens
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00:00:46 |
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Return Journey to Swansea
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00:26:55 |
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Narrator: It was a cold white day in the High Street...
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00:04:58 |
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Narrator: I went out of the hotel into the snow...
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00:06:02 |
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Narrator: And he hurried on, into the dervish snow...
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00:05:23 |
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Narrator: The Hall is shattered...
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00:05:55 |
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Narrator: Even now, on the frozen foreshore...
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00:04:37 |
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Quite Early One Morning
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00:12:26 |
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Quite early one morning in the winter in Wales...
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00:03:19 |
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The town was not yet awake
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And climbing down again and up out of the town...
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00:03:01 |
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Oh, the town was waking now...
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00:02:50 |
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Poems
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00:17:59 |
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Poem on his birthday
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00:06:43 |
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And death shall have no dominion
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00:01:51 |
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Do not go gentle into that good night
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00:01:10 |
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Disc 3
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Memories of Christmas
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00:12:18 |
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One Christmas was so much like another in those years...
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00:05:12 |
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Now out of that bright white snowball of Christmas...
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00:04:08 |
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We returned home through the desolate poor sea-facing streets...
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00:02:58 |
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The Peaches
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00:40:10 |
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The grass-green cart, with 'J. Jones, Gorsehill' painted...
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He backed the mare into Union Street...
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00:06:34 |
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'Can I go and see the pigs?'
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00:04:51 |
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Gwilym's chapel was the last old barn before the field...
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00:04:26 |
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The best room smelt of moth balls and fur...
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Down the thick dingle Jack and I ran shouting...
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00:07:07 |
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Our door was open
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00:05:22 |
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A Visit to Grandpa's
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00:13:22 |
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In the middle of the night I woke...
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00:03:32 |
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In the morning I woke from a dream of fiery horses...
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00:02:15 |
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When we came to Llanstephan village...
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00:04:35 |
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'Where are we going?' I asked
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00:03:00 |
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Disc 4
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The Followers
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00:17:46 |
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It was six o'clock on a winter's evening
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00:04:47 |
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The barmaid, with gold hair and two gold teeth in front...
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00:04:18 |
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Outside Rabiotti's cafe, Leslie said...
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00:04:50 |
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All over the dripping town...
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00:03:51 |
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The Outing - a story
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00:16:58 |
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If you can call it a story
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00:04:06 |
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On Sunday evening, after Bethesda...
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00:04:21 |
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The charabanc drew up outside...
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00:04:56 |
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Time clouded over, the cows wondered...
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00:03:35 |
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
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00:01:27 |
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The conversation of prayers
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00:01:32 |
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A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
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00:01:13 |
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Elegy
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00:01:15 |
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Poem in October
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00:02:55 |
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The hunchback in the park
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00:01:41 |
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A Winter's Tale
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00:08:48 |
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In my craft or sullen art
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Lie still, sleep becalmed
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00:01:08 |
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Fern Hill
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00:03:31 |
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Over Sir John's hill
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00:03:20 |
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Poem on his Birthday
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00:05:46 |
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Do not go gentle into that good night
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00:01:21 |
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Lament
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00:03:19 |
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Was there a time
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00:00:36 |
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And death shall have no dominion
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00:01:58 |
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