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Winter's song - OCI Music - feat. Marine Allain - Poem by Lord Byron- Euthanasia Music by Nicolas Jounis “WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed! No band of friends or heirs be there, To weep, or wish, the coming blow: No maiden, with dishevell'd hair, To feel, or feign, decorous woe. Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, Tis something better not to be“. Then lonely be my latest hour, Without regret, without a groan; For thousands Death hath ceased to lower, And pain was transient or unknown. “Ay, but to die, and go,“ alas! Where all have gone, and all must go! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe Count o&
