Shrouded Stars

Our hearts measure us all;
Inside, they corrupt or redeem
Till the last footfall.
Miserable ones like Valjean
Know just how wicked we are
But pursue the dream
Of hope unseen,
Hanging far
Amidst the shrouded stars.

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