Singing At Medda's

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The next night, every newsie in New York went to Medda’s to celebrate winning the strike. Storm was in a dressing room, getting ready to perform. Medda came in with a beautiful blue dress with a flowy skirt and cap sleeves. She squealed and hugged Medda and said, “Its beautiful, I love it so much! Thank you for this chance, Medda.” She put the dress on, did her hair, put on a little makeup, and went out onto the stage to be met with catcalls and whistles. She sat at the piano. “This is a song I wrote for my brother after he died.” She began to play

Walking on the rooftops
Talking of times
With our eyes a glowing
Like the city lights
She stands on the ledge,
She says, 'it looks so high'

You know it's a...

Long way down
Feels like a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Like a long way down
So honey don't leave, don't leave,
Please don't leave me now

Cuz I can feel the rivers
Winding through the lands
Two lines, and a poet
Like a kind old rye
You know we could talk in that language
Only we understand

But you know..

It's a long way down
You know it's a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Love it feels like a long way down
So honey don't leave, don't leave,
Please don't leave me now

She finished with a tear sliding down her face. Everyone started clapping. She climbed down and pulled Race onto the stage, beginning to sing, “non saprete mai, quanto ti amo, Lei non potrà maisapere quantomi preoccupo, spero diamartiper sempre.” She pulled him into an embrace, and kissed him. They heard laughter and shouts, but it didn’t matter. She plucked a cigar out of his pocket and lit up. She took a puff and gave it to him. He smiled

non saprete mai, quanto ti amo-you will never know, how much i love you.

Lei non potrà maisapere quantomi preoccupo-You will never know how much I care

spero diamartiper sempre-i hope to love you forever more

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