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Dylan Thomas:

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the 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...

I did not realize how much I love Stan Rogers so much until one by one I found that he was the common denominator of some of the most moving sea and folk songs I had gathered!