"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas"
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Source: Dylan Thomas, “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”
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