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| Esmeralda: I don't know if you can hear me Or if you're even there I don't know if you would listen To a gypsy's prayer Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to you Still I see your face and wonder Were you once an outcast too? God help the outcasts Hungry from birth Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth God help my people We look to you still God help the outcasts, or nobody will. Parishioners: I ask for wealth I ask for fame I ask for glory to shine on my name I ask for love I can posess I ask for God and his angels to bless me! Esmeralda: I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many less lucky then I Please help my people The poor and downtrod I thought we all were the children of God God help the outcasts, children of God. |