Little white flowers will never awaken younNot where the black coach of sorrow has taken younAngels have no thought of ever returning younWould they be angry if I thought of joining you?nnGloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it allnMy heart and I have decided to end it allnSoon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I knownLet them not weep let them know that I'm glad to gonDeath is no dream for in death I'm caressing younWith the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.nnDarling, I hope that my dream never haunted you.nnYou know my love of dreams.nn(In the background: dream dream dream...)nn