From RENT:
(After ANGEL'S funeral)
Mark:
How did I get here?
How the Hell pan left: Close on the steeple of the church.
How did we get here?
How the hell?
Christmas Eve last year.
How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot.
How could a morning this mild be so raw.
Why are entire years streen on the cutting room floor of memories
When Single Frames from one magic night forever flicker in close-up
on the 3-D IMAX of my mind.
That's poetic.
That's pathetic.
Why did Mimi knock on Rogers door?
And Collins choose that phone booth
Next to where Angel set up his drums.
Why did Marueen's Equiptement breakdown
Why am I the witness?
And when I capture it on film.
Will it mean that it's the end and I'm Alone?
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