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《Gloomy Sunda忧郁的星期天》 Sarah Brightman 莎拉·布莱曼 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 joiningyou Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy With shadows I spend itall My heart and I havedecided To end it all Soon there'll be flowersand prayers That are said I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go Death is no dream For in death I'm caressingyou With the last breath of mysoul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find youasleep In the deep of my heartdear Darling I hope That my dream neverhaunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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