Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
There was an old father of Dylan Who was seriously, mortally illin'
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
There was an old father of Dylan Who was seriously, mortally illin'
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;