Though I be exiled to the endless dark, And though they tell the world I'll not return; Though thou may'st fan the flame or set the spark That seas may boil and the land may burn; My will's my own, and so the skies shall be -- And neither wilt thou ever take from me.
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And though they tell the world I'll not return;
Though thou may'st fan the flame or set the spark
That seas may boil and the land may burn;
My will's my own, and so the skies shall be --
And neither wilt thou ever take from me.