Quote:
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Fate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel, your position is uncertain, your favour is idle and always likely to disappear; covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too; now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness.
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From
Carmina Burana, a collection of medieval poetry. Probably most famous these days for having excerpts (including this one) set to music by Carl Orff.