"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death!"
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Source: Dylan Thomas, Daniel Jones (2003). “The Poems of Dylan Thomas”, p.238, New Directions Publishing
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