Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end, know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the dying of the light (of the light [?x])
There's nothing here for us (nothing here for us [?x])
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end, know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
There's nothing here for us