Plight to Might

Rage, rage against the dying of the light,
Erase from your memory this horrid plight,
Open your eyes to the new dawning day,
And don’t let evils lead you astray

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Break free from that dreadful sight,
Winds blowing towards the bay,
Bringing sunlight into May

Fight against the dark with all your might,
The walls will never again be tight,
Roll through the fields of hay,
No matter what others will say

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