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