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                           The charismatic scofflaw known as the "King of Thieves" sings this literate, infectiously hummable song while giving Esmeralda
                           a guided tour of the subterranean community of beggars and con artists inhabiting the Paris sewers. The Court of Miracles
                           is a place where anything can happen-and usually does. "Let's have a miracle-come on and walk on water with me! Choose your
                           own miracle- it'll happen if you'll only believe!" 
                         
                        
                        
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                                  The Court Of Miracles  (lyrics
                                    and music by Rainey)  
                                  
                                 
                                 
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                                    (Sung by Clopin, the King of Thieves:) 
                                    
                                    Here in, this Court of Miracles 
                                    Nothing is ever what it appears to be 
                                    In the Court, the Court of Miracles 
                                    There's so much more to things than just what you see
   
                                    
                                    These ruined ones used to have no hopes 
                                    All were facing down the ends of their ropes 
                                    And these homeless ones all have havens here 
                                    And the persecuted never need to fear 
  
                                    
                                    Here among the Miracles, Lame walk and Sightless see 
                                    In the Court of Miracles, the Beggars are the Royalty 
                                    Let's have a Miracle, come on and walk on water with me 
                                    Choose your own Miracle, it can happen if you'll only believe 
  
                                    
                                    Here we fulfill the old prophecies 
                                    Teaching those selfish souls the joys of charity 
                                    And the last are always the first down here 
                                    The least are the ones most dear 
                                    Those well-off worse for wear
   
                                    
                                    We exhort the rich toward Heaven-high 
                                    Like the camel through that needle's eye 
                                    Assisting with their vows of poverty 
                                    And we meekly reap our own inherent fee 
  
                                    
                                    In the Court of Miracles, the Voiceless have a say 
                                    Every devil gets his due, and every dog his day 
                                    We're making Miracles in a modestly miraculous way 
                                    Choose your own Miracle and we can make it happen today 
  
                                    
                                    The stateless gain their state of grace down here 
                                    And the placeless claim themselves a place down here 
                                    The waters retain a wine-like taste down here 
                                    But the real Miracle is surviving the smell here 
                                    In the Court of Miracles, one can be anything 
                                    A poor man be a millionaire, a thief can be a king 
                                    In the Court of Miracles, the spirit of the play's the thing 
                                    Catch your own Miracle, and you'll keep conscientiously clean 
  
                                    
                                    You can park your crutches 
                                    Leave 'em in as much as  
                                    You didn't really need them 
                                    The cripples are the ones who don't 
                                    Come down here 
                                    They have too much to fear 
                                    Lepers change their spots here 
                                    Losers exchange lots here 
                                    No one puts on limits or labels 
                                    We only give a helping hand 
                                    Aid to the self-made man 
                                    Yeah, that's our plan 
  
                                    
                                    In the Court of Miracles, you get more than you see 
                                    There's so much more to Earth and Heaven  
                                    Than is dreamt in your philosophy 
                                    Let's have a Miracle, come on and walk on water with me! 
                                    Chose your own Miracle, it'll happen if you'll only believe 
                                    In this Court of Miracles, your imagination's the key 
                                    In the Court of Miracles, we'll resurrect your dying dreams! 
  
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