Invictus |
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OUT of the night that covers me, |
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Black as the Pit from pole to pole, |
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I thank whatever gods may be |
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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. |
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Under the bludgeonings of chance |
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My head is bloody, but unbowed. |
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears |
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Looms but the Horror of the shade, |
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And yet the menace of the years |
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Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. |
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It matters not how strait the gate, |
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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. |