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Musical: Parade
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DORSEY This angel met her end on the concrete floor of the sweatshop where she toiled away her childhood fastening erasers to pencil caps for ten pennies an hour. She died a noble death without a splotch or blemish upon her (holding up her bloody clothes above his head) Your Honor, I've done my duty; I have no apologies to make. There will be but one verdict in this trial: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! ENSEMBLE (overlapping) God bless this day in the old hills of Georgia The old red hills of home. All sinners pay in the old hills of Georgia Let us finish what's begun And let Jesus' will be done! JUDGE ROAN Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict? FOREMAN Yes, sir, we have, Your Honor. JUDGE ROAN How say you? FOREMAN Guilty. (The eleven other jurors confirm their verdict: GUILTY! The crowd breaks into an exultant celebratory cakewalk. Leo and Lucille embrace each other, terrified.) Back to main page: Parade Lyrics
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