Good morrow drowned by sorrow;
Sorry gave me back my day.
In my mind I wanted to say,
Why is it that sorrow is such a bore?
Sorrow with its pressing life - two eyes to see -
Worry, worry sorry blue eyed dream, why me?
Hence we fly when dreams are sinking
Sorrow with its pressing life - two eyes to see.
Good morrow drowned by sorrow;
Sorry gave me back my day.
Hence we fly when dreams are sinking;
I shall sleep disturbed, silent and not afraid.
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