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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 thoughts Of ever returning you. Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Those words were penned by one László Jávor ... though it doesnt seem so tragic when Billie sings it. Theres a crack in everything, but thats how the light gets in. https://youtube/watch?v=KUCyjDOlnPU
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 11:14:28 +0000

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