7 I spend these days in conquering a fortress Which fell so long ago Without a fight. I am its winner Whom now fear tortures Of whether I can call this fortress Mine. I built its walls Anew And forged new armour. I made its iron gate And lost the key. And now locked, lone, outside without my power, Without my strength, How can I ever win?







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