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Quasimodo

Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good
Tha' keep me silent, not my mood

They thin' I brooding monstrosity
All thin' so, except, not she

I feel so shame when she look at me
I wish someway she see only heart of me

It sometime, seem somehow she do
Esmeralda, I play my bells for you

Her touch soft not like whip they use
When for sport they me abuse

Mob laugh to see me bleed
Quasimodo’s life is made of need

They eyes, like church, cold as stone
Poor Quasimodo feel alone

She gave me water
Gypsy lady gave me water

I deaf, ugly, half blind
Would that God were half so kind

She not see my awkward gait
She know, like me, inside, I straight

She dance like candle flames in the Rectory do
I glad to have just one eye, couldn’t stand such pretty if I had two

Her smile like melody. Like me, she wear no shoes
No pity me, but be's my friend. Like my bells do

Though I not hear, I feel them sway
My gargoyle friend speak to me someway

Inside my head I hear him say
Dear lady-inside-my-heart, that I will someday

When worthless life of me has passed
In heaven, with Angel's ears, hear you laugh

Oh Esmeralda, Until that day,
I will in shadows of the spire, love and play-

my lovely bells for only you…

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