"so. what will I say?
tell the angels?
I got drunk in the snow and sang and played pirates?
yes, I'll tell them.
I'm ready now, to be an angel."

(oh but my wendla was blonde and tiny and doll-like. it seems she always dies on stage (or in the curtains, as the case may be), I've seen her as kim and missed her as éponine. rain&bullets&fog&angelmakers, the poor child. and the boys who love her (if only for a breath, "you know, mr marius--") and leave her all alone, without a way out, every time.)

(the stars fell, I saw no wires.)
"sä olet puhdasta valoa kun täältä lähdet."
(you'll be pure light once you leave this place.
our version of those you've known)

(here we had things of how a parent's responsibility is now over that their child is dead. somehow, it caught my breath.
and in whispering how little miss ruined her chance to get into heaven.)
"a shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning, for the fool it called home"

"where I go, when I go there
no more memory anymore
only men on distant ships
the women with them
swimming with them
to the shore."
(oh how I cried.)
tell the angels?
I got drunk in the snow and sang and played pirates?
yes, I'll tell them.
I'm ready now, to be an angel."

(oh but my wendla was blonde and tiny and doll-like. it seems she always dies on stage (or in the curtains, as the case may be), I've seen her as kim and missed her as éponine. rain&bullets&fog&angelmakers, the poor child. and the boys who love her (if only for a breath, "you know, mr marius--") and leave her all alone, without a way out, every time.)

(the stars fell, I saw no wires.)
"sä olet puhdasta valoa kun täältä lähdet."
(you'll be pure light once you leave this place.
our version of those you've known)

(here we had things of how a parent's responsibility is now over that their child is dead. somehow, it caught my breath.
and in whispering how little miss ruined her chance to get into heaven.)
"a shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning, for the fool it called home"

"where I go, when I go there
no more memory anymore
only men on distant ships
the women with them
swimming with them
to the shore."
(oh how I cried.)
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