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At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the flowing of the
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
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the guard 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 as if you've seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's on!

A ghost you say... a maybe
She was like a ghost to me
One there, then 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 like 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 night at the now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it simply a
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My world if not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no a child
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

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

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

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
that 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.
Light of rebellion ablaze in their
In the candles of weak we will kindle our
To the tune of our shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our
With jubilant
will come one and all
They come when we call!