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You can't escape your fate
No matter how you try—
Red wrath and scorn and hate—
Nemesis ever nigh;
Nor can your gallow-tree
Hold back the rising sea,
YOU'VE NO EXCUSE TO BE—
You can't escape your fate
No matter how you try!


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