Though Winter Come, Thy Will Be Done

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The Scent of Cedars.
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Though winter come, thy will be done,
For time must have an end,
And death must serve the wanderer
Who worships but the wind. The being of a being is
Beyond all space and time.
And yet . . . and yet each being is
A moment with a name. Ah, wanderer! Do not fear
The loss of joy and pain.
For nothingness is nothing less
Than never having been.

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Audio and Video Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp Weigl. Performed by
Philipp Weigl at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution License.

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