Sunday is gloomy
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My hours are slumberless
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Dearest the shadows
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I live with are numberless
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Little white flowers
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Will never awaken you
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Not where the black coach
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Of sorrow has taken you
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Angels have no thought
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Of ever returning you
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Would they be angry
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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
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To end it all
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Soon there'll be flowers and prayers
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That are said I know
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But let them not weep
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Let them know
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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
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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 asleep
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In the deep of my heart dear
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Darling I hope
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That my dream never haunted you
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My heart is telling you
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How much I wanted you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Gloomy Sunday
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Gloomy Sunday
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