The end is nigh,
Just three days to go;
Will we disappear in a fire ball,
Or burn real slow?
The end of the world,
The dawn of doom;
Will we ever see,
The light of the moon?
Or will we take stock,
Start anew?
Instead of saying our goodbyes,
auf weidersehen's and adieu's.
Think of it as a new beginning,
The dawn of the sun;
As we start our lives again
From Chapter 1.
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