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I see the boys of summer Where once the twilight locks A process in the weather of the heart Before I knocked The force that through the green fuse My hero bares his nerves Where once the waters of your face If I were tickled by the rub of love Our eunuch dreams Especially when the October wind When, like a running grave From love's first fever In the beginning Light breaks where no sun shines I fellowed sleep I dreamed my genesis My world is pyramid All all and all ... DYLAN THOMAS