Nota Bene: I own Nothing! Not Javert (though I wish I did), not Valjean (darn), and not the Christmas Carol I borrowed to teach me how to rhyme!
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The Inspector's Reflecting (Lo, How a Rose Ere Blooming)
The Inspector's reflecting
On yonder bridge, has come
Of Valjean's mercy thinking
His goodness now to shun
A crim'nal in the right
This conflict made him bitter
When half spent was the night
The barricade, behold it
Where all the rebels died
Honest he could not do it
Free Valjean and still get by
The Law he must do right
Yet he had a new Superior
When half spent was the night
O Seine whose water frigid
Its embrace offers him
Dispel grief that this man's rigid
Duty might be a sin
A letter, very odd
From mystery to suicide take us
Yet won't help us understand
