"Выходить из тьмы - это больно для глаз, но нет варианта не выйти из тьмы"

[anya1991]

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And now, the end is near.
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I traveled each and every highway.
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each chartered course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. No, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - then he has naught
To say all the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows: I took the blows
But I did it my way.