"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 coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldnt they be angry
If I thought of joining you? "
B. o sa gaseasca intotdeauna cuvantul sau cantecul potrivit. Eu ma simt la fel de neputincioasa ca un canar mut.
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