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At Notre the sections 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 time is
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To them to arms
To bring in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And wrong today?
You as if you've seen a ghost.

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
never heard him `ooh' 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 now?
Have you of yourselves
the price you might pay?
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The color of the
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My world if not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger
Our little don't count at all!

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

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

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

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

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty rifles 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 honor his name.
Light of ablaze in their eyes
In the candles of we will kindle our flame
To the of our march shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
jubilant shout
They will one and all
They will when we call!