The Innkeeper Girl
You don't see me,
despite me always being there.
You never really see,
until you saw a pretty face.
So what, Monsieur, shall I be?
I helped you find the Lark;
So you could have your love
I loved but she had made her mark.
And now you hover above,
the eyes of our friends soon will be dark,
but I will fade without love.
In your arms, dear Marius, I shall die.
The happiness is that I'll die in your care
So my love kiss my head and do not cry
As I take my last breath of air ,
Monsieur Marius, you must say Goodbye;
To me, the Innkeeper girl, Eponine Thenardier.
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-Ciara