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Adrift
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Welcome foes, be ye human or demon,
Strike me now while my bosom is bare ;
There is never a thrust that shall wound me,
There is nothing can injure despair.
Beat on me, whirlwinds from Heaven,
Hiss at me, fiends below ;
Girt with the girdle of him who has naught,
Out on my way I go.
