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"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, Rag…
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If you're asking yourself where you've heard it before, it's probably Interstellar, though I personally picked it out of an old literature collection book I had from him that had all manner of stuff like that in it.
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