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PERSEPHONE:I don't know about you, boys, but if you're like me then hanging around this old manhole is bringing you down.
Six-feet-under getting under your skin, cabin fever is a-setting in...
You're stir crazy! You're stuck in a rut! Well you could use a little pick-me-up.
I can give you what it is you crave - a little something from the good old days.
I got the wind right here in a jar, I got the rain on tap at the bar
I got the sunshine up on the shelf...allow me to introduce myself.
Brother, what's my name? My name is...
CROWD: Our Lady of the Underground!
PERSEPHONE: Brother, what's my name?
CROWD: Our Lady of Ways! Our Lady of Means!
PERSEPHONE: Brother, what's my name? My name is...
CROWD: Our Lady of the Upside Down
PERSEPHONE: Brother what's my name? I'll tell you my name...Persephone!
Come here, brother, let me guess; It's the little things you miss.
Spring flowers, autumn leaves - ask me, brother, and you shall receive
Or maybe these just ain't enough, maybe you're looking for some stronger stuff
I got a sight for the sorest eye; when's the last time you saw the sky?
Wipe away your tears, brother, brother, I know how you feel
I can see you're blinded by the sadness of it all
But look a little closer, everything will be revealed
Look a little closer, there's a crack in the wall.
You want stars? I got a skyful. Put a quarter in the slot, you'll get an eyeful
You want the moon? I got her too - she's right here waiting in my pay-per-view
Oh, how long's it been? A little moonshine ain't no sin
One at a time, boys, straight line...What the boss don't know, the boss won't mind.
APPEARANCE: Persephone is slight and petite, with a mass of curly honey-blonde hair that tumbles loose over her shoulders, down to the small of her back. Unless otherwise stated, she's usually clad in 1920s eveningwear, favoring floor-length gowns that hark back to her grecian roots, resembling jewelled togas.
Her hair is sometimes bound up, but more often than not tumbles loosely around her shoulders. She smells of whiskey and cigars, and has a definite slink in her step.
Persephone is from 'Hadestown', and is the property of Anais Mitchell. She appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in milliways_bar, from which no profit whatsoever is being made.