[00:06.400]Do not go gentle into that good night
[00:09.400]Old age should burn and rave at close of day
[00:15.400]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[00:19.400]Though wise men at their end know dark is right
[00:23.400]Because their words had forked no lightning they
[00:25.400]Do not go gentle into that good night
[00:32.400]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
[00:36.400]Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
[00:40.400]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[00:44.400]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
[00:47.400]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
[00:50.400]Do not go gentle into that good night
[00:57.400]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
[01:01.400]Blind eyes could blaze like 4)meteors and be gay
[01:04.400]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[01:10.400]And you, my father, there on the sad height
[01:16.400]Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears I pray
[01:19.400]Do not go gentle into that good night
[01:22.400]Rage, rage against the dying of the light