Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where black coaches of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of never returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, darkness I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad I know Don't let them weep let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you With the last beat of my heart I'll be blessing you
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