Imagine Us - GAVROCHE

Azelma:
IMAGINE US AT A DINNER SERVED FOR FOUR
THAT’D WE’D STOLEN FROM THE STORE
SCRUBBED AND CLEAN, BOWS UPON MY HAIR

AND WHEN IT’S DARK
WE WOULD WALK THE CROWDED STREET
PICK A POCKET FOR A TREAT
AND DAD WOULD HOLD ME…