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• Artiste: Les Misérables
• Titre: Javert's Suicide
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JAVERT WALLKS THE DESERTED STREETS TILL HE COMES TO A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER SEINE. JAVERT Who is this man? What sort of devil is he To have me caught in a trap And choose to let me go free? It was his hour at last To put a seal on my fate Wipe out the past And wash me clean off the slate! All it would take Was a flick of his knife. Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life! Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase I am spit his pity right back in his face There is nothing on earth that we share It is either Valjean or Javert! How can I now allow this man To hold dominion over me. This desperate man whom I have hunted He gave me my life. He gave me freedom. I should have perished by his hand It was his right It was my right to die as well. Instead, I live... but live in hell. And my thoughts fly apart Can this man be believed? Shall his sins be forgiven? Shall his crimes be reprieved? And must I now begin to doubt, Who never doubted all those years? My heart is stone and still it trembles The world I have known is lost in sahdow. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know That, granting me my life today This man has killed me even so? I am reaching but I fall And the stars are black and cold As I stare into the void Of a world that cannot hold. I'll escape now from the world From the world of Jean Valjean. There is nowhere I can turn There is no way to go on... HE THROWS HIMSELF INTO THE SWOLLEN RIVER.