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I imagine death, so much, it feels more like a memory; is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming- do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? There is not beat, no, no melody Burr, my first friend. My Enemy. Maybe, the last face i ever see If I throw away my shot is this? is this how you remember me? What if this bullet is my, Legacy. Legacy. What is, a Legacy. It’s planting seeds in a garden, you never get to see. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me. !AMERICA! YOU GREAT, GREAT UNFINISHED SYMPHONY! You- You sent for me! You- You let me make a difference, even a place where orphan immigrants could leave their fingerprints, and Rise Up I’m running out of time I’m running and my time’s up Wise up Eyes Up. I catch a glimpse of the other side- Laurens leads a chorus of soldiers on the other side, My son is on the other side, he’s with my mother on the other side, Washington is Watching from the other side. Teach me how to say goodbye~ Rise Up Rise Up Rise Up Eliza. My love, take your time, i’ll meet you on the other side. Raise a glass, to freedom.

Alexander Hamilton’s monologue in Hamilton™ an American Musical’s “The World Was Wide Enough”

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