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Out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole |
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I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul |
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In the fell clutch of circumstance |
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I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowed |
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of shade ad yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me unafraid |
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It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll |
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I am the master of my fate |
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I am the captain of my soul |
