you
caressin
Im
death
in
For
dream
no
is
Death
go
to
glad
Im
that
know
them
Let
weep
not
them
Let
know
I
said
are
that
prayers
And
candles
be
therell
Soon
all
it
end
to
decided
Have
I
and
heart
My
all
it
spend
I
shadows
With
Sunday
is
Gloomy
Sunday
Gloomy
you
joining
of
thought
I
If
angry
be
they
Would
you
returning
ever
Of
thoughts
no
have
Angels
you
taken
has
sorrow
Of
coach
black
the
where
Not
you
awaken
never
Will
flowers
white
Little
numberless
are
with
live
I
shadows
the
Dearest
slumberless
are
hours
My
gloomy
is
Sunday