My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be candles, and prayers that are said, I know. Let them not weep, let them 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. Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake up and 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.
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