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(The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, meet to discuss their revolutionary plans)COMBEFERREAt Notre Dame the sections are prepared!FEUILLYAt rue de Bac they're straining at the leash!COURFEYRACStudents, workers, everyoneThere's a river on the runLike the flowing of the tideParis coming to our side!ENJORASThe time is nearSo near it's stirring the blood in their veins!And yet bewareDon't let the wine go to your brains!For the army we fight is a dangerous foeWith the men and the arms that we never can matchIt is easy to sit here and swat 'em like fliesBut the national guard will be harder to catch.We need a signTo rally the peopleTo call them to armsLetras de cancionesTo bring them in line!(Marius enters)Marius, you're late.JOLYWhat's wrong today?You look as if you've seen a ghost.GRANTAIRESome wine and say what's going on!MARIUSA ghost you say... a ghost maybeShe was just like a ghost to meOne minute there, and she was gone!GRANTAIREI am agog!I am aghast!Is Marius in love at last?I've never heard him `ooh' and `aah'You talk of battles to be wonAnd here he comes like Don Ju-anIt's better than an o-per-a!ENJOLRASIt is time for us allTo decide who we areDo we fight for the rightTo a night at the opera now?Have you asked of yourselvesWhat's the price you might pay?Is it simply a gameFor rich young boys to play?The color of the worldIs changing day by day...Red - the blood of angry men!Black - the dark of ages past!Red - a world about to dawn!Black - the night that ends at last!MARIUSHad you been there tonightYou might know how it feelsTo be struck to the boneIn a moment of breathless delight!Had you been there tonightYou might also have knownHow the world may be changedIn just one burst of light!And what was right seems wrongAnd what was wrong seems right!GRANTAIRERed...MARIUSI feel my soul on fire!GRANTAIREBlack...MARIUSMy world if she's not there!ALLRed...MARIUSThe color of desire!ALLBlack...MARIUSThe color of despair!ENJOLRASMarius, you're no longer a childI do not doubt you mean it wellBut now there is a higher call.Who cares about your lonely soul?We strive toward a larger goalOur little lives don't count at all!ALLRed - the blood of angry men!Black - the dark of ages past!Red - a world about to dawn!Black - the night that ends at last!ENJOLRASWell, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns?Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short.Grantaire, put the bottle down!Do we have the guns we need?GRANTAIREGive me brandy on my breathAnd I'll breathe them all to death!COURFEYRACIn St. Antoine they're with us to a man!COMBEFERREIn Notre Dame they're tearing up the stones!FEUILLYTwenty rifles good as new!(Gavroche rushes in shouting)GAVROCHEListen!JOLYTwenty rounds for every man!GAVROCHEListen to me!JEAN PROUVAIREDouble that in Port St. Cloud!GAVROCHEListen everybody!LESGLESSeven guns in St. Martin!GAVROCHEGeneral Lamarque is dead!ENJOLRASLamarque is dead.Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.The people's man.His death is the sign we await!On his funeral day they will honor his name.It's a rallying cry that will reach every ear!In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the flameThey will see that the day of salvation is near!The time is near!Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheerLet us take to the streets with no doubt in our heartsBut a jubilant shoutThey will come one and allThey will come when we call! From Letras Mania