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A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.

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Dylan Thomas
Age: 39 †
Born: 1914
Born: October 27
Died: 1953
Died: November 9
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Novelist
Playwright
Poet
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Abertawe
Dylan Marlais Thomas
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Rolling
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Bushes
Shoulders
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Clouds
Whistling
Sun
October

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