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At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

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

The is near
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
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 maybe
She was just like a to me
One there, then she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never heard him and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And he comes 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 world to dawn!
- the night that ends at last!

Had you been today
You might know how it
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 longer a
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

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

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

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