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