送给艾古大士的一首诗
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Invictus
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
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
