But I yelled, "He doesn't do either!!!
He proceeds as a man and as a knight,
His eyes explode with a flood of tears:
"Mathilde," he yells, "forgive me!"
Then he pulls a revolver forth.
And his voice clings, muffled and hollow,
And his heart melts and becomes soft as butter:
"Live well!" he yells, full of pain,"live all ye well!
Live well, beloved father! Give my best to mother!
Live well, my hard-earned fatherland,
Live well, my sweet love from the beach of the Neckar,
Live well, my l0ve,
Live well, Yellow - Green - Red!"
And then sounds a shot.
And then he is dead!
And, you see,
So ends the second act!
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