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Do not go gentle into that good night
Welsh poet Dylan Thomas
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 by, crying how bright
　　Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
　　Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
　　And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
　　Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
　　Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
　　Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
　　Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
　　Do not go gentle into that good night.
　　Rage, rage against the dying of the light.