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it may be that I'm prisoner
of all that I believe...
it may be I've been captured
'n yet I claim I'm free
still I wont leave yr memory
to strangers that would sneer
at gifts that you are leaving
and all the things you bequeath
it may be I'm a prisoner
right here where I was born,
in some way undivided
from passing time careworn...
for all that I'm born into,
this world that I receive
(I'm)born to fare and fortune
not of my own hand or beliefs,
cruel rain-winter black
harsh night-to break yr back,
this won't to be yr fortune-
for I won't allow you that
this fortune I shall fight
this pity, this winter blight...
tho black star and doomed fate
be on yr head, I'll turn it away,
it wont to be yr fortune
for I wont allow you that fate.


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