When all the doors are closed,
All faces are furious and cold.
I put my blind faith on you.
Now depends my fate on you.
You who never let me down,
You who never let luck frown,
Thy kingdom thy rule,
Whom to call?
The world is cruel,
I say it seldom,
I beg your pardon.
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