“Goodbye, Jack...My dearest Jack... Oh, how I hope my premonition is wrong. [the musicians start playing, Sally starts singing] I sense there's something in the wind / That feels like tragedy's at hand / And though I'd like to stand by him / Can't shake this feeling that I have / The worst is just around the bend / And does he notice / My feelings for him? / And will he see / How much he means to me? / I think it's not to be. / What will become of my dear friend? / Where will his actions lead us then?”
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