An Irish airman foresees his death --by William Butler Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above. Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love, Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds. A lonely impulse of some delight, drove to this tumult in the clouds. I balance all brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this life, this death. -- 我知道我要碰到我的對手 在ptt的某處 我對于我所辯護的人並不愛 對于同我吵架的人也並不恨 --

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