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At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

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

The time is
So it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms we never 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 call them to
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And 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 minute there, 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 comes like Don
It's than an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we for the right
To a at the opera now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a
For rich boys to play?
The color of the
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My world if not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no a child
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your lonely
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't 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 time is short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we the guns we need?

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

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

In Notre Dame they're 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 death is the we await!

On his funeral day they honor his name.
Light of rebellion ablaze in their
In the candles of weak we will 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 doubt in our
With jubilant
They will one and all
They will when we call!