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[The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, meet to discuss revolutionary plans.]

At Notre
The are prepared!

At Rue de Bac
They're 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.. it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet beware...
let the wine go to your brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can
Oh, easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To them to arms
To bring in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

wrong today?
You look as if 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 in love at last?
I have never heard him and `aah'
You of battles to be won
But here he comes like Don
It's than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are...
Do we fight for the
To a night at the opera
Have you asked of
What's the price you might
Is it a game
For rich young to play?
The colors of the
Are
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 been tonight
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been tonight
You also have known
How the may be changed
In just one of light!
And was right
wrong
And what was
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there...

Red...

The of desire!

Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not doubt you it well
But now is a higher call
Who about your lonely soul
We toward a larger goal
Our lives don't count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is short.

Listen!

Grantaire, put the down!
Do we have the guns we

to me!

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

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

is dead...
Lamarque! His is the hour of fate.
The man...
His death is the we await!
On his funeral day will honor his name.
the light of rebellion, ablaze in their eyes.
From the candles of we will kindle our flame!
On the tomb of Lamarque the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with and cheer
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They will one and all
will come when we call!