Madalena Alberto & John Owen-Jones fantine s death

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Cosette, it's turned so cold
Cosette, it's past your bedtime
You've played the day away,
And soon it will be night
Come to me
Cosette, the light is fading
Don't you hear?
The winter wind is crying
There's a darkness that comes without a warning
But I will sing you lullabies
And wake you in the morning
Oh, Fantine, your time is running out
But Fantine, I swear this on my life
Look M'sieur, where all the children play...
Be at peace
Be at peace, evermore
My Cosette...
Shall live in my protection
Take her now...
Your child will want for nothing
Good M'sieur, you come from God in Heaven
And none will ever harm Cosette as long as I am living
Take my hand, the night grows ever colder
And I will keep you warm.
Take my child, I give her to your keeping
Take shelter from the storm.
For God's sake, please stay 'til I am sleeping
And tell Cosette I love her
And I'll see her when I wake...

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