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Sunday is Gloomy, |
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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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Sunday is gloomy |
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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 flowers and prayers that are sad, |
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I know, let them not weep, |
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Let them know that I'm glad to go |
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Death is no dream |
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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 |
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I was only dreaming |
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I wake and I find you |
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Asleep in the deep of |
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My heart |
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Dear |
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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 |
