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At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
coming to our side!

The is near
So near it's stirring the blood in 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 never can
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national guard will be to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To call to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I've never heard him `ooh' and
You talk of to be won
And here he like Don Ju-an
It's 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 pay?
Is it simply a
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

Had you been there
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you been today
You also have known
How the may be changed
In just one of light!
And what was right wrong
And what was seems right!

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your lonely
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

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

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in 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 day they will honor his name.
Light of rebellion ablaze in eyes
In the candles of weak we will kindle our
To the of our march shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with and cheer
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
With shout
They come one and all
They come when we call!