Walk alone, walk alone, walk alone
Walk alone oh my baffled soul!
All noisy carnivals left behind
Now you may tread towards your goal.
Do listen, do listen, do listen
Do listen to the divine call,
Which tells you've done with your mortal role.
'Tis time for the curtains to fall.
Prepare then, Prepare then, Prepare then
Prepare then for the final one,
That terminal act at heaven's gate
For your dress rehearsals are done.
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