Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage Rage aginst the dying of the light
Though wise me at their end know dark is right
Because there words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Frail deeds might have might dance into the green bay
Rage Rage against the dying of the light
Grave men, near death, who see blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like metors and be gay
Rage rage against the light
And you my father there on sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night
Nothing is impossible
It is just another obsticle
Just a hiccup in life
Blocking the path that is right
Step back and see it clearer
There are other ways if you get nearer
See it from a different view
and the answer will come to you
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