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When the thunder rumbles
Now the Age of Gold is dead
And the dreams we've clung to dying to stay young
Have left us parched and old instead...
When my courage crumbles
When I feel confused and frail
When my spirit falters on decaying alters
And my illusions fail,
I go on right then.
I go on again.
I go on to say
I will celebrate another day....
I go on...
If tomorrow tumbles
And everything I love is gone
I will face regret
All my days, and yet
I will still go on...on...
Lauda, Lauda, Laude