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Do not go gentle into that good night |
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Old age should burn and rave at close of day |
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
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Though wise men at their end know dark is right |
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Because their words had forked no lightning they |
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Do not go gentle into that good night |
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Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright |
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Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay |
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight |
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And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way |
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Do not go gentle into that good night |
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Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight |
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Blind eyes could blaze like 4)meteors and be gay |
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
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And you, my father, there on the sad height |
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Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears I pray |
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Do not go gentle into that good night |
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light |
