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_I dreamed a dream - Les Miserables_ There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed, that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC
Note 320:
One Day More
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
Note 242:
I catched a glimpse of you, Running through the moonlight. You climbed the barricades again, Because you fight day and night. I didn't see your face that night, But I know you looked beautiful. And even though there's chaos here, You made my world feel peaceful I see you standing there, every day, Waving the big red flag. But you're so far ahead of it. It's not the revolution, it's me, that you outdrag, I see you fight here all the time, And I get filled with pride. So as long as we'll stand on the barricade together, We don't have to hide. You are my barricade boy, And the revolution is ours. And someday we'll fill the world, With black and red flowers
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
Barricade Boy (1)
i know that empty space the hologram earth she inhabits in what could have been what never was a hollow heaviness of that excruciating longing a waterfall of curses falling from her lips and disappearing into that yawning chasm that consumes her until she is no more than a shell containing a love she can't let go of for without the full weight of her entirely spent body is the only force which keeps her yearning pinned to the ground stationary real a love she can reach out and touch and fuse with it until it is impossible to disentangle her very being from a made-up idealized love that somewhere in her mind burns brightly and casts dancing shadows on the walls of her minds scenes of his closeness the feeling of his palm cupping her face melting and it is more than that warmth that gushes forth from her chest as he holds her she's bleeding on his shirt and she imagines her red blood cells setting into the fabric the stain of her existence to be carried forever on his lapel how she heard the people sing but could they have known that this entire business the fighting and revolution had nothing to do with politics or some misplaced surge for justice the fight was for her freedom to solidify her shadow world where she belonged to him and somehow as she pulls her last breaths and watches her blood stain spread and spread she wished to consumed him his kiss on her face lingered forever her final memory the epitaph on a tomb that represented the ultimate freedom.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Éponine
i know that empty space the hologram earth she inhabits in what could have been what never was a hollow heaviness of that excruciating longing a waterfall of curses falling from her lips and disappearing into that yawning chasm that consumes her until she is no more than a shell containing a love she can't let go of for without the full weight of her entirely spent body is the only force which keeps her yearning pinned to the ground stationary real a love she can reach out and touch and fuse with it until it is impossible to disentangle her very being from a made-up idealized love that somewhere in her mind burns brightly and casts dancing shadows on the walls of her minds scenes of his closeness the feeling of his palm cupping her face melting and it is more than that warmth that gushes forth from her chest as he holds her she's bleeding on his shirt and she imagines her red blood cells setting into the fabric the stain of her existence to be carried forever on his lapel how she heard the people sing but could they have known that this entire business the fighting and revolution had nothing to do with politics or some misplaced surge for justice the fight was for her freedom to solidify her shadow world where she belonged to him and somehow as she pulls her last breaths and watches her blood stain spread and spread she wished to consumed him his kiss on her face lingered forever her final memory the epitaph on a tomb that represented the ultimate freedom.
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Little does he know, Little does he notice; A flower yet to sow, Unwanted like jaundice. When will my voice be heard? When will I be out of soak? It’s like saying to the Lord, “If only I can touch his cloak.” He merely sees me more For he seeks me as company. Spreading like sore In my heart, it is him only. I wish I could steal him away So no one else can interfere. Please, by my side he’ll stay, Don’t take him as I fear. How I dream he’d be in my arms, Holding me so tight. Alas, it’s just a dream that harms My reality as it might. Who does he seek for forever? Oh, it’s not me, I bet. Or if he does, I’ll savor What Fate has made and set. Alas, here’s my downfall, Together with its pangs of pain. Seems I’m not the apple the eye after all. Okay, my heart is sealed again.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
Eponine