Dark Glooming Night
When I look at the gloomy.
I think of your beautiful eyes, and I miss then, this very night.
I hope I'll wake up the next morning to see your lovely face,
But knowing it may not take place.
On this dark glooming night, I will dream how it used to be;
And knowing someday we'll meet again,
But until then, my heart will always love you.
No matter what we'll do.
I think of your beautiful eyes, and I miss then, this very night.
I hope I'll wake up the next morning to see your lovely face,
But knowing it may not take place.
On this dark glooming night, I will dream how it used to be;
And knowing someday we'll meet again,
But until then, my heart will always love you.
No matter what we'll do.
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