day 1 of crying franklin shepard

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day 1 of crying franklin shepard
On This Day I Hath Committ'd a Grave Error: Mine (laſs of one ſcore) lady love hath bemoan'd the muſick which I (lad of one ſcore and five) command mine minſtrel to play during our night-time gambols, calling it "wretched" and "an eſpecial fetter upon the humours."
I've been learning the ukulele for ten days. This morning I was practicing, and started to play a song I've already semi-mastered, but this time without looking at the tabs or words, and I started out this way for some reason.
Enjoy, tumblr. It seems right up your alley.
I'm used to float Now I'm just fall down I'm used to know Now I'm not sure now
What I'm was made for What was I'm made for?
So I decided to watch the 25th anniversary production of Phantom again.
The Final Lair has always been my favorite part, but this time I had a thought. Isn't it pretty funny to think the Phantom is such a fucking drama queen that he starts singing the music from his own opera at Christine and Raoul?
The fucking idiots on the stairway to heaven when they find out they could have taken a BOAT instead.
Playing the song of our people (as we run towards the Hunter)
*sung to the melody of last christmas by wham!*