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Dylan Thomas - I Have Longed To Move Away
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I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors` continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by night`s ancient fear,
The parting of hat from hair,
Pursed lips at the receiver,
Shall I fall to death`s feather.
By these I would not care to die,
Half convention and half lie.
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