the spotlight fades in, illuminating RawAlex in the darkness of a forgotten Paris street.
the music fades in... a soft melody that reminds us of the most pleasant of childhood memories
RawAlex, wearing a dress and bonnet like young Cossette of Les Miserables, slowly raises his head, revealing his weary and lost face as he begins to sing about Canada....
"There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud.
There is a room that's full of toys
There are a hundred boys and girls
Nobody shouts or talks too loud
Not in my castle on a cloud.
There is a lady all in white
Holds me and sings a lullaby
She's nice to see
And she's soft to touch
She says: "RawAlex, I love you very much."
I know a place where no one's lost
I know a place where no one cries
Crying at all is not allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud."
Last edited by -= JR =- at Dec 5 2002, 07:47 AM
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