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A saint about to fall	A
The stained flats of heaven hit and razed	B
To the kissed kite hems of his shawl	A
On the last street wave praised	B
The unwinding song by rock	C
Of the woven wall	A
Of his father's house in the sands	D
The vanishing of the musical ship work and the chucked bells	E
The wound down cough of the blood counting clock	C
Behind a face of hands	D
On the angelic etna of the last whirring featherlands	D
Wind heeled foot in the hole of a fireball	A
Hymned his shrivelling flock	C
On the last rick's tip by spilled wine wells	D
Sang heaven hungry and the quick	F
Cut Christbread spitting vinegar and all	A
The mazes of his praise and envious tongue were worked in flames and shells	D
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Glory cracked like a flea	G
The sun leaved holy candlewoods	D
Drivelled down to one singeing tree	G
With a stub of black buds	D
The sweet fish gilled boats bringing blood	H
Lurched through a scuttled sea	G
With a hold of leeches and straws	D
Heaven fell with his fall and one crocked bell beat the left air	I
O wake in me in my house in the mud	H
Of the crotch of the squawking shores	D
Flicked from the carbolic city puzzle in a bed of sores	D
The scudding base of the familiar sky	J
The lofty roots of the clouds	D
From an odd room in a split house stare	I
Milk in your mouth at the sour floods	D
That bury the sweet street slowly see	G
The skull of the earth is barbed with a war of burning brains and hair	I
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Strike in the time bomb town	K
Raise the live rafters of the eardrum	L
Throw your fear a parcel of stone	M
Through the dark asylum	L
Lapped among herods wail	N
As their blade marches in	O
That the eyes are already murdered	P
The stocked heart is forced and agony has another mouth to feed	Q
O wake to see after a noble fall	A
The old mud hatch again the horrid	H
Woe drip from the dishrag hands and the pressed sponge of the forehead	R
The breath draw back like a bolt through white oil	S
And a stranger enter like iron	T
Cry joy that hits witchlike midwife second	U
Bullies into rough seas you so gentle	V
And makes with a flick of the thumb and sun	W
A thundering bullring of your silent and girl circled island	U

Dylan Thomas

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