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When the winds deceased the smell of hell sitsLike lovely breath ill for moreWhen the hills cut face out of the rising sunNo wonderOr dreams to weigh our headsIt's beautiful morning in hellBut our loveOur love stays the sameWhen the wells a howl and turn new leaves into oldThe trees and the morning bare all the sameThe usualIt's a beautiful morning in hellBut our love stays the same Aus Songtexte Mania