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Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created

I waited 'til dreams,
Like my heart,
were all broken
The flowers were all dead
And the words were unspoken

The grief that I know
Was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
Was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday
When you came to find me
They bore me to church
And I left you behind me
My eyes could not see
What I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers
Are forever above me

The bell tolled for me
And the wind whispered,

"Never!"

But you I have loved
And I'll bless you forever

Last of all Sundays

Diamanda Galas