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At Notre 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 time is
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To them to arms
To bring in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's 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 Marius in at last?
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he comes like Don
It's better an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we for the right
To a night at the now?
you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a
For rich 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!
Black - the that ends at last!

Had you been today
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You might also have
How the may be changed
In just one of light!
And what was right wrong
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 a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your soul?
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

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

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

In Notre they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double 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 will honor his name.
of rebellion ablaze in their eyes
In the candles of weak we will our flame
To the tune of our march shall our rise.
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
With jubilant
They will one and all
They will when we call!