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| "Invictus" |
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��Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be ��For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance ��I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance ��My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears ��Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years ��Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, ��How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: ��I am the captain of my soul. ~ William Ernest Henley |
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