A vagabond between the East and West, Careless I greet the scourging and the rod; I fear no terror any man may bring, Nor any god. The clankless chains that bound me I have rent No more a slave to hope I cringe or cry; Captives to Fate, men rear their prison walls, But free am I.…
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