EnjolrasBright eyes shining As he encourages his people The fatal battlecry "Long live the Republic!" Flows like blood through War-torn Rue de la Chanvrerie. Hands uplifted, reaching for a better future Through gunpowder smoke and grime. The last barricade is crushed The tavern, the last haven, Shelters the dead and dying. He alone is unscathed As the first ignoble King's soldiers Break down the door and surround him. At first, his hopeless defiance repels them-- They move back, unable to shoot. He stands, backed against the brick wall --no escape, bEnjolras
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Yo!
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They brought sexy back, but I scared it away.
Give up on yourself, and you give up on the world.
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Apples to Apples, and Dust to DUST BUNNIES!
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Apples to Apples, and Dust to DUST BUNNIES!
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