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At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

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

The is near
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call them to
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes Don Ju-an
better than an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we for the right
To a night at the now?
Have you asked of
the price you might pay?
Is it a game
For rich young to play?
The color of the
Is day by day...

Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the that ends at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you been today
You might have known
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was right seems
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, you're no longer a
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

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

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

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty rounds for man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

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