Death In my breath, Cried I then: "Men Burn and blight! Nourish crime! Scale the height! Climb, men, climb! Climb and fight! Win by might! Wrong or right! Blood!"
Well In a cell Here I am -- D -- -- n! From my flight So sublime I alight Ere my time, And in fright Here I grope Through the night Without hope.
What a plight! Ah, the rope! Thud!
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