But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Gloomy Sunday
There's a song
Called Gloomy Sunday
That's said to send people
Over the edge when they're low
Wherever you are
Whoever you may be
Tomorrow may bring happiness
You'll never know
If you leave.
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