Gloomy Sunday, not long until evening … In dark shadow, my loneliness grieving Eye closed, and before me you go But you sleep, and I wait for morrow I see figures, and send you this plea: Tell the angel to leave room for me Gloomy Sunday ... So many Sundays, alone in the shadows I will go now with night, wherever it goes Eye glisten as candles burn bright Weep not, friends, my burden is light With a last breath I return to my home Safe in the land of the shadows I roam Gloomy Sunday …
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