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[The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, meet to discuss their 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
coming to our side!

The is near...
So near.. stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
Oh, it's easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To them to arms
To them in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You as if you've seen a ghost.

Some and say what's going on!

A you say... a ghost maybe
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 have never heard him and `aah'
You of battles to be won
But here he like Don Ju-an
It's than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are...
Do we for the right
To a night at the now?
Have you asked of
What's the price you might
Is it a game
For rich boys to play?
The of the world
Are
Day by day...
Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
- the night that ends at last!

Had you there tonight
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You might have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And what was
Seems
And what was
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there...

Red...

The of desire!

Black...

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not doubt you it well
But now there is a call
Who cares about your lonely
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives 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 we need?

to me!

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

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

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