Death Is No Dream
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
sorrows has taken you...
Angels have no thoughts...
of ever returning you...
Would they be angry if I thought of
joining you?
Gloomy Sunday...
Gloomy is Sunday,
in shadows I spend it all...
My heart and I have
decided to end it all...
Soon there'll be candles and
prayers, that are sad, I know
Let them not
weep, let them
know, I am glad to go...
http://nocrap.comicgen.com/
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
sorrows has taken you...
Angels have no thoughts...
of ever returning you...
Would they be angry if I thought of
joining you?
Gloomy Sunday...
Gloomy is Sunday,
in shadows I spend it all...
My heart and I have
decided to end it all...
Soon there'll be candles and
prayers, that are sad, I know
Let them not
weep, let them
know, I am glad to go...
http://nocrap.comicgen.com/
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