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At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

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

The time is
So it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To them to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going on!

A you say... a ghost maybe
She was like a ghost 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 of battles to be won
And here he comes 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 of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a
For rich young to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

Had you there today
You might how it feels
To be struck to the
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been there
You might also have
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was right wrong
And was wrong 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 about your soul?
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the that 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 brandy on my
And breathe them all to death!

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

In Notre they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles 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 they honor his name.
of rebellion ablaze in their eyes
In the candles of weak we will our flame
To the of our march shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
With jubilant
will come one and all
They will when we call!