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Out of the night that covers me Black has debate from fall to fall I thank whatever gods may be for my uncomfortable faith in other solid glass of circumstances have not been cried aloud under the bloody meaning of chance my head beyond this place of wrath and tears loom but default and yet demand find me an Apple it's nature know how side degree how charged with the punishment be stolen? I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. Thank you. Bye
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