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Esmeralda: |
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Will the birds they put in cages, ever ride upon the wind? |
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Will the children life outrages, ever learn to love again? |
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I lived my life like a swallow; I arrived here in the springtime. |
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All the little streets I'd follow, all the gypsy songs were mine. |
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Where's my friend who rings the church bells? |
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Where are you my Quasimodo? |
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They will hang me as the light swells, you can break these bars I know. |
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Quasimodo: |
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Esmeralda have you left me? Do you hide yourself away? |
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I have counted every hour; I have missed you every day. |
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Have you left upon a journey, with your handsome shining soldier? |
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With no marriage taking love free, like the gypsy girl you are. |
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Have you died out in the small streets, with no prayer to get to heaven? |
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There's a priest who counts your heartbeat, if he comes near you must run. |
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Esmeralda: |
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You remember at the street fair. |
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Quasimodo: |
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When they hurt me on the great wheel. |
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Esmeralda: |
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When you begged I gave you water. |
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Quasimodo: |
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At your feet I had to kneel. |
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Quasimodo & Esmeralda: |
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On that day our friendship started, it will last as long as we live. |
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Once together never parted, all we'll have to give we'll give. |
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Will the birds they put in cages, ever ride upon the wind. |
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Will the children life outrages, ever learn to love again? |
