Antoon Jammaers

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Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should bum 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 that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
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.

Fijne man , straalde rust uit ! ... en ook veel damp ! en dan vroeg ie mij iedere keer hoe lang ik al gesopt was met roken . Sterkte voor de hele fam.

Veel sterkte.

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Wij nemen afscheid van een goede man. Toine, bedankt voor wie je was en dat we jou hebben mogen kennen.

Wij zullen hem nooit vergeten maar wel missen

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