So the drama was breathtaking
The whistling and ovation was grand-acting
I take a bow now an epilogue as time seem to be roaring
The drama had two settings, one in the north, one in the west.
Through the sun and in the rain as it sheds
But calmly now I take a bow into the rest
The curtains are drawn for this phase
The memories refuse to fade
Eyes all in full glare in anicipates
I take a bow into the race
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