Les Miserables

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Ponine and Zelma playing there don’t even look my way, As I sweep with my big broom, like every other day. I don’t know how I got here but I know I dare not ask, That means interrupting Master drinking from his flask.
French Revolution People begging Sickness spreading A child left alone A chase across a lifetime The rebellion begins Love blossoming at first sight Souls ripped apart by fear
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