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At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
Like the of the tide
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 easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To call them to
To bring in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say what's on!

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

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

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

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

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

Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My world if 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 about your lonely
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

Give me on my breath
And breathe them all to death!

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

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty good 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 funeral day 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 courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
With jubilant
They come one and all
will come when we call!