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Do not!

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

men the last wave by

wave by crying how

crying how bright
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Good men, the man of last wave by

last wave that crying it how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light



Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight


And learn, too late

Grave men near

men near death

death who see

who see with blinding sigh (double pan G)

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight


And learn, too late

Grave men near

men near death

death who see

who see with blinding sigh

Grave men near

men near death

death who see

rage against the dying of the light