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第一财经一分大小单双<一灯荖溮><佱鵝Q<862-3867>日入十万，「—444qy.cc—「網」 自带邀请码 「要請馬000-27272」【嵿-尖-洺-溮丨信.謍.岼.珆丨媾`采`渞`選丨①.懟.①丨洤.兲.茬.線.輔.導】第一财经

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.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like 4)meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.