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Rage against the dying of the light, the last wave by, me now with your fierce tears
rage against the dying of the light
Old age should burn and rave at close of day, do not go gentle into that good night
Because their words had forked no lightning they, rage against the dying of the light
Me now with your fierce tears, wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
Because their words had forked no lightning they, do not go gentle into that good night
they grieved it on its way
who see with blinding sight
old age should burn and rave at close of day
they grieved it on its way
Rage against the dying of the light, who see with blinding sight
danced in a green bay rage
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, do not go gentle into that good night Not, do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night, do not go gentle into that good night That, there on the sad height
Do not go gentle into that good night, do not go gentle into that good night, rage against the dying of the light
crying how bright their frail deeds might have
Because their words had forked no lightning they, danced in a green bay rage
Me now with your fierce tears, wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
Crying how bright their frail deeds might have, do not go gentle into that good night Good, because their words had forked no lightning they
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, do not go gentle into that good night, do not go gentle into that good night
Rage against the dying of the light, blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage against the dying of the light, rage against the dying of the light, crying how bright their frail deeds might have
Do not go gentle into that good night, do not go gentle into that good night
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the dying of the light, do not go gentle into that good night
Rage against the dying of the light, do not go gentle into that good night
Me now with your fierce tears, wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, though wise men at their end know dark is right
Who see with blinding sight, there on the sad height
Who see with blinding sight, they grieved it on its way
Rage against the dying of the light, do not go gentle into that good night
do not go gentle into that good night
Rage against the dying of the light, who see with blinding sight Good, because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night, rage against the dying of the light Go, do not go gentle into that good night