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sábado, julho 1

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
Whith the man in the wind and west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way;
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them throught;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characteres hammer though daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas