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Pain is a stranger Pain is a stranger, that knocks you at the wrong time That Death intends to burn in every heart. Season of the curse, the midnight hour! Slow life is lost in frost and snow. Spring must come for our old walls. Delay some tear on our summer hour! O the sun, bright with the horrible ray! Yes, the world drink of the inspiring ray, Pour from all nature add some future pain, Presage our labours to the flames of gain. First from our native skies we lights our skies, Find no new climate by the noble stars, Hold the vast empire from the sea of night. Neptune shall trade the thoughtless spirit fight, Though the fierce tempest soon foregoes his sky ©Jashan fatta Pain is a stranger Pain is a stranger, that knocks you at the wrong time That Death intends to burn in every heart. Season of the curse, the midnight hour! Slow life is lost in frost and snow. Spring must come for our old walls. Delay some tear on our summer hour!