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I am packing my belongings in the shawl
my mother used to wear to the market,
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and I am going from my valley.
:01:15
And this time I shall never return.
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I am leaving behind me
my 50 years of memory.
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Memory.
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Strange that the mind will forget so much
of what only this moment is passed,
:01:30
and yet hold clear and bright
the memory of what happened years ago,
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of men and women long since dead.
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Yet who shall say
what is real and what is not?
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Can I believe my friends all gone,
:01:43
when their voices are still a glory in my ears?h
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No. And I will stand to say no and no again,
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for they remain a living truth within my mind.
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There is no fence nor hedge
around time that is gone.o
:01:58
You can go back and have what
you like of it, if you can remember.
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So I can close my eyes on my valley
as it is today and it is gone,
:02:05
and I see it as it was when I was a boy.
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Green it was, and possessed
of the plenty of the earth.
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In all Wales, there was none so beautiful.
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Everything I ever learnt as
a small boy came from my father,
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and I never found anything he ever told me
to be wrong or worthless.
:02:24
The simple lessons he taught me
are as sharp and clear in my mind
:02:28
as if I had heard them only yesterday.
:02:33
In those days, the black slag,
the waste of the coal pits,
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had only begun to cover the side of our hill,
:02:41
not yet enough to mar the countryside,
nor blacken the beauty of our village.
:02:48
For the colliery had only begun to poke
its skinny black fingers through the green.
:02:57
I can hear even now
the voice of my sister Angharad.