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I spend these days in conquering a fortress
Which fell so long ago
Without a fight.
I am its winner
Whom now fear tortures
Of whether I can call this fortress
Mine.
I built its walls
Anew
And forged new armour.
I made its iron gate
And lost the key.
And now locked, lone, outside without my power,
Without my strength,
How can I ever win?
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