"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"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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Source: Dylan Thomas, Daniel Jones (2003). “The Poems of Dylan Thomas”, p.205, New Directions Publishing
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