When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me:
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
Should have been known I would not go gentle into that good night.
And now I go...my biggest yet ....in my sight.
For this one I announce as over
And to all that same good night
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