by Lenna » Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:49 am
Ontario blinked in surprise, not thinking she would have wanted to leave and head to the hospital so soon after such a crushing blow. The Canadian Province quickly nodded, signalling to the waiter that he was done with his food. He looked over at France. "I'm sorry, but-" "Ahh, it's fine Ontario. Au revior (Goodbye)"." the Frenchman interjected with a charming smile. "Alright. Au revoir Papa France." Ontario said with a small smile, waiting for Maria before leaving the Pub.
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~