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 I Have Longed To Move Away by Dylan Thomas 
						I have longed to move awayFrom 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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