Recently I have two persons in me, one sad  and another one just fine 
But I'm not gonna kill myself ,I just want to post this song here.  .
I posted it lastweek then I delete but now I like to post it again.
I don't feel sad about anything or anyone in my family
but I don't know what makes me like this song.
Maybe I think I know although I don't know but who knows myself better than I do.
Well, I LIKE the song anyway.
Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd 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 knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers of the lover above me*
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
~~~English version ~~~[/I]
Very poetic and deep
Below is anothe r translation from original song in hungarian
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday
It's another translation which is a little bit different from the version I 'm going to post now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzWVWY5QUzg&feature=related
Please don't comment [/U]because you might make me cry  eventually
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MrPaul
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Aug 14 @ 11:39PM
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Have to comment dear friend  Know you are never alone, Hang in there  God bless, Paul 
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hpylady_
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Aug 14 @ 11:50PM
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me too sweety .. have to comment .. we love ya .. and have missed your words of love .. good to see you back 
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butterfly943
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Aug 15 @ 12:07AM
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sweetxy...I wish I knew what makes us sad one minute then happy the next  you know me well my friend and I know how you are feeling because I feel that way so many times and it is just like having 2 people inside...with me I cry inside yet smile outside...you are a dear friend and always will be
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sweetxy
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Aug 15 @ 12:40AM
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maybe I just need the hugs ,maybe it just PMS  
Thanks alot my friends
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hpylady_
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Aug 15 @ 1:15AM
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well you know what we do when we feel like that .. go cook something yummy
then send the recipe to your g/f ................. me 
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mystery2u888
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Aug 15 @ 4:02AM
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 Hey gf.....now you stay here and quit dissappearing........we all go up an down......that is just the way it is...... Your friends are always here
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sweetxy
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Oct 19 @ 4:34PM
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Death is the mother of beauty;
Hence from her alone,
Shall come fulfillment of our dreams
And our desires.
Martin Heidegger’s “philosophy of being” is based on the premise that death is the key to life. In fact death is also an integral part of life. We can savor every moment of life only when we realize that death is waiting in the wings.
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