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Am I so wretched to want such comfort, That was wrapped in extolment rich but vain? The pre-emptive denial did my strong fort Of pride undermine to ruins of pain. Wretched am I indeed, o dear, for shame, But more so am I for your charity On my stance unfashionable and lame, So I said: you've wronged me with your pity. Yet do not believe my deceptive plot; I lied to save my pride's last residue. Your female acumen misunderstood not The secret fire of my heart toward you. So I thank you for quenching my fool's light. Aye, I'll keep my smile at heartbreaking sight. -- Rage, rage against the dying of the light! ---Dylan Thomas(1914-1953) -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.119.129.91
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