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Unformatted text preview: 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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This note was uploaded on 04/18/2008 for the course ENC 1102 taught by Professor Bailey during the Spring '08 term at Seminole CC.
- Spring '08