"But we who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments. ...

I know not whether laws be right Or whether laws be wrong All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong And that each day is like a year A year whose days ...
I know not whether laws be right Or whether laws be wrong All that we know who lie in gaol Is that...
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