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Blows I have struck, and blows a-many taken, / Wrestling I've fallen, and I've rose up again; / Mostly I've stood -- / I've had good bone and blood; / Others went down though fighting might and main.
Now Death steps in, / Death the price of sin: / The fall it will be his; and though I strive and strain, / One blow will close my eyes, and I shall never waken.