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At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river 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
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national 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 look as if you've 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 talk of 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 for the right
To a night at the opera
Have you asked of
What's the price you might
Is it simply a
For rich boys to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My if she's 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 toward a larger goal
Our lives don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night 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. they're with us to a man!

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

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