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
gloomy sunday
with shadows i spend it all
my heart and i
have decided to end it all
- BergabungMarch 22, 2019
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