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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless |
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Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless |
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Little white flowers will never awaken you |
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Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you |
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Angels have no thought of ever returning you |
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Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all |
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My heart and I have decided to end it all |
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Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know |
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Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go |
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Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you |
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With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Dreaming, I was only dreaming |
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I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here |
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Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you |
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My heart is telling you how much I wanted you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
