Soliloquy

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''' Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run?

''' Have I fallen so far, and is the hour so late, that nothing remains but the cry of my hate?

''' The cries in the dark that nobody hears, here where I stand at the turning of the year

''' If there's another way to go, I missed it twenty long years ago

''' My life was a war that could never be won; they gave me a number and they murdered Valjean

''' When they chained me and left me for dead, just for stealing a mouthful of bread

''' Yet why did I allow this man, to touch my soul, to teach me love

''' He treated me like any other; he gave me his trust, he called me brother

''' My life he claims for God above; how can such things be?

''' Where I have come to hate the world, this world that always hated me

''' Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone

''' This is all I have lived for, this is all I have known

''' One word from him and I'd be back, beneath the lash, upon the rack

''' Instead he offers me my freedom; I feel my shame inside me like a knife

''' He told me that I had a soul, how does he know?

''' What spirit comes to move my life? Is there another way to go?

''' I am reaching, but I fall, and the night is closing in

''' As I stare into the void of the whirpool of my sin

''' I'll escape now from that world, from the world of Jean Valjean

''' Jean Valjean is nothing now; another story must begin