Sunday Is Gloomy
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. Sunday is gloomy with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know, let them not weep, let then know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday. - Sinead O'Connor ------------------------------- The place is somewhere in the road from Charak port to Asaluyeh port, between Checkcheck and Gavbandi, southern edge of Iran. Check the map for geotagging info. Large On Black Added to flickr Explore (interestingness) page of 19 February 2007. CommentsShahram Sharif
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Ehsan Khakbaz
says:
Unbelievable ..
Lovely ..
It's more worthful to me, cuz it remind me that Saturday evening ! The strange one ..
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