Mädchenmusik

 
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?

 

 

 

Der Sonntag endet, wenn ich schlafen gehe…

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