It is very poetic
I once had a wife named Padmé. She died. She died.
Palpatine told me I killed her. He lied. He lied.
Why, oh why, is my wife dead?
Couldn’t I have lost the will to live, instead?
It is very poetic
I once had a wife named Padmé. She died. She died.
Palpatine told me I killed her. He lied. He lied.
Why, oh why, is my wife dead?
Couldn’t I have lost the will to live, instead?