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The sorrow and the splendor

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Don't take offence at my innuendo, darling. Please.

This is the final act. The last dance. So, hear me out. Just hear me out.

The drums go one two three four, one two three four, one two three four, and I know there isn't time. There isn't time, but wait! Just you wait.

Oh, I'll keep on trying. Just you wait.

We've seen it all before, haven't we? The wind and the stars and the rainbows. The glitter and the grit. The sorrow and the splendor. The highs and the lows.

And we'll tread the line. We'll keep on trying, through the eons and on and on. We are free. We are free, and there's nothing else we can do.

On and on and on. Darling, we can be anything. And I can be anyone. I can be free. If I could only surrender. If I could only let go.

And right now, under the sky, I know the reasons. I have all the answers. I don't have to ask anymore. I don't have to ask.

I'm dropping my masks. I'm showing my face. I'm going home.

And I'll keep on smiling. And I'll be free. And whatever will be will be, 'til the end of time. 'Til the end of time.

Cue the guitar solo, darling. I'm tired. I'm going home.