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yǎn chàng zhě : fáng sī yú |
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zhuān jí biān hào: RD1893 |
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zhuān jí míng chēng: sǐ shén shào nǚ diàn shì yuán shēng dài |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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yīng wén cí: Sam M. Lewis |
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TWA451099311 |
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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless |
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Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless |
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Little white flowers will never awaken you |
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Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you |
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Angels have no thought of ever returning you |
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Would they be angry if I thought of joining you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend it all |
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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 |
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Let them not weep |
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Let them know 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 I' ll be blessing you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Dreaming, I was only dreaming |
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I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear! |
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Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you |
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My heart is telling you how much I wanted you |
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Gloomy Sunday |