And yet I do not think that this sad duty ends for me on the day that my life ends, but with a cold, dead tongue, a lifeless mouth, I shall lift my voice in sweetest song to you. And when my soul, freed of its mortal shell, is led across the dark infernal Styx, it will celebrate you still, and with that song it will halt the waters of oblivion.2
( Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra )
[ Don Quixote ]
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