There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can't be seen?
[Chorus]
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray and gennady will fight another day.
Do not go gentle into that second fight,
Old age should burn and rave on fight Day;
Rage, rage against the cheating in plain sight.
Though wise men at their end know Derevyanchenko is right,
Because no foe brought forth could they
Do not go gentle into that second fight.
Good fans, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced at the Stubhub and Canelo's Shite,
Rage, rage against the second fight.
Wild Haters who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that second fight.
Grave Haters, near death, who see with biased sight
Blind eyes could blaze full of ******ity and be gay,
Rage, rage against the second fight.
And you,Clenelo Defenders, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that proposed slight
Rage, rage against the second fight.
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