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Dylan Thomas - In My Craft Or Sullen Art
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	In my craft or sullen art
	Exercised in the still night
	When only the moon rages
	And the lovers lie abed
	With all their griefs in their arms
	I labour by singing light
	Not for ambition or bread
	Or the strut and trade of charms
	On the ivory stages
	But for the common wages
	Of their most secret heart.

	Not for the proud man apart
	From the raging moon I write
	On these spindrift pages
	Nor for the towering dead
	With their nightingales and psalms
	But for the lovers, their arms
	Round the griefs of the ages,
	Who pay no praise or wages
	Nor heed my craft or art.
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