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So this is the end Can I pack up my troubles now? And ship them all home? Shoot myself home For good, good, good, good? Are you sure it's the end? 'Cause not much has changed 'round here for a while For as long as I dare to think Of you sitting 'round a table Coffee or wine? Signing off with a fountain pen Who's left around the doors? Will I recognize you all? Or have you grown away from me? Since I've been away So long, long, long, long (Ooh-ah-ah) And then I think Of you sitting 'round a table Déjeuner à douze Making peace with a pen From Letras Mania