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How sweet was the spring
By that riverside
All those pure smiles
Now became spoiled
How joyful was the cold
Year's first snow
Now the wind bites my skin
A dead of winter for evermore
Ain't no seasons, my only one
Beneath our pale sun
Everything in me is dying
After the years
All we have is nothing
Everything in me is dying
After the burdens
All I want is nothing
How bitter is the apathy
Our aching melody
All those precious tears
Drowning in our love
How gentle was the breeze
Like your whisper in my ears
Now I feel hellhound's breath
As cold as death
let it flow - nothing
