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