| 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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| 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
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| I am the master of my fate
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| I am the captain of my soul
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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
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| I am the master of my fate
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| I am the captain of my soul |