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Do not go gentle into that good night,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; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the 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,
Don't go quietly into that peaceful night, Old age should fight and shout at the end of the day; Fight, fight against the fading of the light.
Even though wise men at their end know darkness is right, Because their words didn't make an impact, They don't go quietly into that peaceful night.
Good men, the last wave by, lamenting how bright Their weak actions might have shone in a green bay, Fight, fight against the fading of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,