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Originally Posted by Les Miserables

There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables…now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow, but tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn.
And they rose with voices ringing, and I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung became their last Communion!
On the lowly barricade…at dawn…
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me, that I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken…there's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window, phantom shadows on the floor!
Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for!
Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will sing no more...

Originally Posted by Rent

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love, Remember the love,
Remember the love, Measure in love
...
In diapers, report cards, in spoke wheels, in speeding tickets
In contracts, dollars, in funerals, in births
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you figure a last year on earth?
Figure in love, figure in love
Figure in love, measure in love
Seasons of love, seasons of love...

From me...

Why must the young be cut down so unjustly?
Why fate must, cruelly, be so?
He could have changed world history-
But now we'll never know.

The epitaphs, the speeches
never are able to show
what we really need to tell them
when Death beckons and we go.

Hells, we tempt the gods of Risk and Chance
just walking out our doors!
What can we do, in the scheme of things
to alter our life's course?

The world cannot hope to heal
the wounds of friends of our dead ones,
but I still pray, at Judgement come,
again we see our daughters and sons.

And on behalf of my former team, TEMPEST 240 Robotics, may you stay strong in the weeks to come.

No Day But Today,
Jeremy Marr
Renthead, Parisian peasant
Alumni
Team 240 TEMPEST Robotics