Entry posted by Jean Valjean
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The moment arrived to sit on the curb
To become one with the frail autumn leaves
Alone, away from all the rest, to rest
Never to let them see what could disturb
A man who walks with his back to the breeze
Away, away, to hold communion here
With the dried remains of the Earth's substance
With the still October air, with an air
Of Death, which in earnest speaks in my ear
How the door I seek is not an entrance
Avant! Alas! The grimmer days I've found!
The winds of change no more upon my back
Taunted by the whispers I hear, and here
I stand upon the great tomb of the ground
When the winds of time call to raise attack
I could have found my friends and laughed away
My days, I could have grown to be a man
I am not a man but a boy, and boy
When I'm done feigning my strength for the day
Weakness spurs up from the underground clan
You see not the patient one without fear
But a man who chases his favorite
Shadows, calls him brother, calls her mother
Sister, father, family, darling, dear
A man a great distance from his spirits
One day my family will come, one day
They will smile for me, they will comfort me
I will come back home to it, talk to it
No longer will it be a phantom, nay
But peace of Earth so my soul shall walk free!
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