When suddenly at midnight an invisible procession is heard passing with unearthly music, and with voices - do not mourn in vain your fate that's fading now, your works all failed, your life's ambitions proving all a sham. As if you had been ready for some time, as one with courage, bid farewell to her, the Alexandria that's leaving. Above all don't be fooled, don't say it was a dream, and that your hearing was mistaken; don't stoop to such vain hopes. As if you had been ready for some time, as one with courage, as befits a man who once was worthy of a city such as this, approach the window steadily, and listen with emotion - not with a coward's pleas, entreaties - up to the end enjoy the sounds, unearthly instruments of the mysterious procession... bid farewell to her, the Alexandria you're losing.
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