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At Notre Dame the 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 is near
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To call to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And what's wrong
You look as if you've a ghost.

Some and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he like Don Ju-an
better 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?
you asked of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it simply a
For rich young boys to
The of the world
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 might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you there today
You might also have
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And was right seems wrong
And what was 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, you're no longer a
I do not doubt you it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your soul?
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the 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 have the we need?

Give me brandy on my
And breathe them 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 that in 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 day they will honor his name.
of rebellion ablaze in their eyes
In the candles of weak we will our flame
To the tune of our march shall our rise.
The is here!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
With shout
They will one and all
will come when we call!