
19-10-2012, 03:37 PM
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Junior Member
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Tham gia ngày: Jun 2012
Bài gửi: 29
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Gloomy Sunday. Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows, I live with are numberless, 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
Sunday is gloomy, With shadows I spend it all, My heart and I have decided, To end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers, That are said I know, But 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… Gloomy Sunday
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