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#cosette
He sleeps. An enigma, his life bereft - He lived then died once his angel had left. It happened as simply as anything might, As from day there follows the coming of night.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Valjean's Epitaph
On my own Pretending he's beside me All alone I walk with him till morning Without him I feel his arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And he has found me In the rain the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me forever and forever And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to him And although I know that he is blind Still I say, there's a way for us I love him But when the night is over He is gone The river's just a river Without him The world around me changes The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me His world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known I love him I love him I love him But only on my own
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
On My Own (Les Miserables)
he closed his eyes and i wondered if i should kiss his lips i drew closer and closer to him but remembered, he wasn't mine to kiss he was just a distant dream not for me to miss he smiled at me and i wondered why life could be unfair sometimes little did we know how love hurts so much till were finally on the spot we love, they love-- but it's not us and it's a cycle we can't stop.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
Eponine's Song