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I want to write about something sad,

But words are to far from my head.

I want to let all my melancholy go,

But I cannot. Why - I don't know.

Lost on dead and silent valley,

I have no hope here, no alley.

Why - is my question. What - is my sorrow.

Where and when - already me borrow.

I see that only dead from here can go out.

Now about my destiny I have no doubt.