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Do
not
go
gentle
into
that
good
night
Old
age
should
burn
and
rave
at
close
of
day
Rage,
rage
gainst
the
dying
of
the
light
Though
wise
men
at
their
end
now
dark
is
right
Because
their
words
had
forked
no
lightning
they
Do
not
go
gentle
into
that
good
night.
Good
men
he
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
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