"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy."
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Source: Dylan Thomas, Daniel Jones (2003). “The Poems of Dylan Thomas”, p.101, New Directions Publishing
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