| The spring time brings a scent so sweet
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| A scent of life in times of need
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| The river flows and I will drown myself
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| The river flows and I will drown
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| From petals falling to the ground
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| From petals falling to the ground
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| The smoke rises, ash descends
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| We stoke the fire with trembling hands
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| The river flows and I will drown myself
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| The river flows and I will drown
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| In ashes falling to the ground
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| In ashes falling to the ground
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| And summer’s passing
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| And we’re waiting
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| Knowing death is drawing near
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| And in our valley
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| Of our torrent
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| There is nothing left but fear
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| And mist is rising from the field
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| A hazy breath that cuts like steel
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| The river flows and I will drown myself
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| The river flows and I will drown
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| In leafs and rain on stony ground
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| …and leafs are falling to the ground
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| We wander through the break of dawn
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| Remaining in silence despite all scorn
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| The river flows and we will drown ourselves
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| The river flows and we will drown
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| In snow that’s falling to the ground
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| In snow that’s falling to the ground
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| …and snow is falling to the ground
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| Tossed and torn without a sound |