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Musical: Ragtime
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SARAH I'll tell him... President, I am coming to you On behalf of Coalhouse Walker He don't know I'm here... He's much too proud! And I ain't much of a talker But President, he needs your help, sir You're the only one 'Cause Coalhouse, he won't marry me Till this thing is done And President, we got a son! (The march music is suddenly very loud, very real. SARAH breaks through the police barricade and rushes towards him, her arm outstretched to him.) SARAH President! President!! MORGAN She's got a gun! (The police officers club SARAH with their nightsticks. She falls to the ground.) [Thanks to Stephanie Safko for lyrics]
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