Quotation by Dylan Thomas

Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,
Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
Where barrren as boulders women lie longing still
To labour and love though they lay down long ago.
Surprise me with a
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