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Brooklyn:
Mommy!
Company:
Ah.......
Faith:
A beautiful little girl
Paradice:
Born of music, made of dreams
Streetsinger:
Her world, just five years old
Faith:
Unraveling
Taylor:
And as the snow falls down
Paradice:
On the cold, hard, ground
Taylor:
There's not a word, not a whisper, not a sound.
Company:
And as the snow falls down on the cold hard ground
Brooklyn:
There's not a word, not a whisper, not a sound
Streetsinger:
Motherless and fatherless, little Brooklyn was sent off to an orphanage,
The Sisters of Charity
Paradice:
Guess who's the sister
Streetsinger:
Then two years to the day her mother died,
seven year old Brooklyn walked into the orphanage chapel,
and though her hands had never touched the church organ before, she began to play.
She began to sing the Unfinished Lullabye
Brooklyn:
La la la la, la la, la la la la, let our fate write words to this!
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