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>Do not go gentle into that good night,
>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
>Because their words had forked no lightning they
>Do not go gentle into that good night
>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
>Do not go gentle into that good night.
>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>And you, my father, there on the sad height,
>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
>Do not go gentle into that good night.
>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
