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Will we rage, rage against the dying of the light?
Or go down silently, without a whimper, and without a fight, into this cold harsh night?
Where absolute might is right? Where lies in the guise of truth steal our thunder, freedoms, and pursuits of life?
Do we fight or roll over like cowards in fear and let Satan's schemes determine our futures and future sight?
Do we leave our children with constant end-of-day plights, starved of liberty, freedoms, and basic human rights?
I say, do not go gently into the harshest of cold nights; instead, let's put up a fight and have our voices and songs of freedom ring throughout the night.
And in the dawn's early light see in those broad stripes and bright stars proof that liberty and justice for all yet wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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