Do not go gentle into that good night.
Do not go peacefully, quietly
carried by the soft wind as you sleep
to the dancing sky of stars.
Go fighting.
Kicking, screaming, fists flying
as you fight fate
under the watchful gaze of Father Moon from his place among the cosmos.
Do not surrender to the tempting new dawn.
Grab hold of the fleeting dusk and refuse to let go.
Make such a ruckus even the dead are woken.
Until you, too, escape from the grasp of eternal slumber.
Do not go peacefully, quietly
carried by the soft wind as you sleep
to the dancing sky of stars.
Go fighting.
Kicking, screaming, fists flying
as you fight fate
under the watchful gaze of Father Moon from his place among the cosmos.
Do not surrender to the tempting new dawn.
Grab hold of the fleeting dusk and refuse to let go.
Make such a ruckus even the dead are woken.
Until you, too, escape from the grasp of eternal slumber.
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