<!-- Page Code:V2lsbGlhbSBFcm5lc3QgSGVubGV5iC0gSW52aWN0dXMg --> out of the night that covers me 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
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