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Originally Posted by Rent

COMPANY
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love

JOANNE
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?

COLLINS
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?

ALL
It's time now - to sing out tho' 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

JOANNE
Oh, you’ve got to, got to remember the love
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure, measure your life in love

ALL
Seasons of love...
Seasons of love...

Originally Posted by Les Miserables

Marius
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...

The words have already been said, far more eloquently than I could ever say.

With sympathies,

Jeremy Marr
Alumni
Team 240 (TEMPEST Robotics)