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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberlessDearest the shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken youNot where the black coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining you?Gloomy SundayGloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it allMy heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I knowLet them not weep let them know that I'm glad to goDeath is no dream for in death I'm caressing youWith the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing youGloomy SundayDreaming, I was only dreamingI wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, hereDarling, I hope that my dream never haunted youMy heart is telling you how much I wanted youGloomy Sunday From Letras Mania