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