[00:48.600]Do not go gentle into that good night,
[00:52.250]Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
[00:57.490]Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
[01:02.800]Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
[01:07.090]Because their words had forked no lightning they
[01:10.950]Do not go gentle into that good night.
[01:14.870]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
[01:19.690]Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
[01:24.250]Rage,rage against the dying of the light.
[01:29.400]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
[01:33.920]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
[01:38.180]Do not go gentle into that good night.
[01:42.370]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
[01:47.990]Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
[01:52.480]Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
[01:59.700]And you, my father, there on the sad height,
[02:04.790]Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
[02:11.340]Do not go gentle into that good night.
[02:16.170]Rage, rage against the dying of the light.