Do not weep or mourn for me,
I ask for no soft sympathy.
No gentle hands, no sorrowed face,
I stand alone in time and space.
For as I walk this stony way,
I save no tears for yesterday.
I do not pity, do not care,
I breathe the cold and open air.
We forge our paths through frost and stone,
Unbroken, hardened, and alone.
No pity given, none I claim—
The wind and I are much the same.
Ave, uxor Caesaris, libidinosi te salutant!
(The barbarians have adopted much from the Romans, and they are eager to claim even more.)
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