Les Misèrables
Sliver rain falls from an endless diamond sky
Never dreaming of an eternal life
Red seas of blood bring upon strife
Sunshine of the night begins to die
The people sing though none seem to hear
Common grounds are like marbled stone
Sorrow fills their once joyful tones
They do not spill even a single tear
Stand ground and cry for justice
Grab all arms and fire at foe
Loved ones now forever sleep and hearts feel woe
These people are us, they are Les Misèrables
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