Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
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
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart
Darling I hope that my dream
Never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday.

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