A1 Do not go gentle into that good night, B_ Old age should burn and rave at close of day; A2 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A_ Though wise men at their end know dark is right, B_ Because their words had forked no lightning they A1 Do not go gentle into that good night.
A_ Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright B_ Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, A2 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A_ Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, B_ And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, A1 Do not go gentle into that good night.
A_ Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight B_ Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, A2 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A_ And you, my father, there on the sad height, B_ Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. A1 Do not go gentle into that good night. A2 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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