Mesonoxian

Your soul is close to me, I feel it you will see!

Your soul is close to me, I feel it you will see, Just give me chance to know your dish! I"ll be your muse or be your wish!

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into