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The valleys grew somewhat misty The ravines grew somewhat hazy The smell of burning paper Hits the head harder than a club It's me burning your letters Scorching my bitten elbows Like a beast, licking my wounds It's me burning my love I wanted to drown my sorrow in wine In life, it has often helped But as it turned out, not this time And a taste of blood remained in my mouth I wanted to drown my sorrow with a song Only it could have consoled me But instead of a song, there sounds A rasp like from a shot-through throat Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah The valleys grew somewhat misty The ravines grew somewhat hazy The smell of burning paper Hits the head harder than a club A black betrayal washed over me Someone must answer for it The wind will dry the sparse tears Only a foam of blood upon the lips...