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caught and sang the sun in flight
Dec. 28th, 2008 04:12 am
in order to see this journal in proper capacity, you will need the fonts Georgia , Trebuchet MS, and Courier New. there will be other fonts used, but not to the extent of these three. -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 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.
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