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.

And you, my father, there on the 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.

D.T.

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