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Here upon these stones
We will build our barricade
In the heart of the city
We claim as our own!
Each man to his duty
And don't be afraid.
Wait! I will need a report
On the strength of the foe.
I can find out the truth
I know their ways
Fought their wars
Served my time
In the days
Of my youth!
Now the people will fight
And so they might
Dogs will bark
Fleas will bite.
They will do what is right
Hey little boy, what's this I see?
God Eponine, the things you do!
I know this is no place for me
Still I would rather be with you.
Get out before the trouble starts
Get out, 'Ponine, you might get shot
I got you worried, now I have
That shows you like me quite a lot
There is a way that you can help
You are the answer to a prayer
Please take this letter to Cosette
And pray to God that she's still there!
Little you know...
Little you care!