00:00Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever
00:12gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced
00:23nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of the chance, my head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond
00:33this place, wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years
00:41finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate, how charged with
00:49the punishments, the scroll. I am master of my fate, the captain of my soul.
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