Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right
They do not go gentle into that good night
Good men
They cry how bright the last wave is
Their failed deed might have danced in a green bag
Rage against the dying of the light
Wild men who caught and sang the song in flight
And learnt, too late, thy grieved it on it's way
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Gravemen, near death, who see like blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteor
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 goodnight
Rage against the dying of he light
Cheers.
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