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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of light.
Thou wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Rage, rage against the dying of light.
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Dancing with Vassago and Baal