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At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
Like the flowing of the
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And wrong today?
You look as if you've a ghost.

Some wine and say what's on!

A ghost you say... a maybe
She was just like a to me
One minute there, she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he like Don Ju-an
better than an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a at the opera now?
Have you asked of
What's the price you might
Is it a game
For rich young to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you been today
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight!
Had you there today
You might have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And what was right seems
And what was wrong right!

Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We toward a larger goal
Our lives don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we have the we need?

Give me on my breath
And I'll them all to death!

In St. they're with us to a man!

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
that in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his funeral day they honor his name.
Light of rebellion ablaze in eyes
In the of weak we will kindle our flame
To the of our march shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
jubilant shout
They will one and all
They come when we call!