If I die, let it not be in vein.
For whom I am, I am not ashamed.
For what I'm not, for who is to blame?
For praise and glory, I have yet claimed.
For all the sins, indebted to my name,
For bitter hatred, cries and pain,
I made my choice, with sovereign reigns,
For my fate deterred, its meaning estranged.
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