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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 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 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 and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I've never heard him 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 fight for the
To a night at the opera
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

Had you been today
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been today
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 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 a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives count at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night ends 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 brandy on my
And breathe them all to death!

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre 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 death is the of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his funeral day will honor his name.
Light of ablaze in their 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 with courage and cheer
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
With jubilant
They come one and all
They come when we call!