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Invictusby William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903Out of the night that covers me,___Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be___For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance___I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance___My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath…