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Do not go gentle into that good night
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage1, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked2 no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail3 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 grieved4 it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding5 sight
Blind eyes could blaze6 like meteors7 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 pray8.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [2]
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