"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. - I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days."
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Source: Dylan Thomas, Daniel Jones (2003). “The Poems of Dylan Thomas”, p.79, New Directions Publishing
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