The
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time
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is
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near,
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so
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near
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it's
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stirring
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the
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blood
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in
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their
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veins,
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and
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yet
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beware -
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don't
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let
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the
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wine
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go
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to
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your
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brains!
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We
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need
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a
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sign -
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to
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rally
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the
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people,
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to
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call
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them
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to
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arms,
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to
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bring
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them
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in
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line!
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Marius,
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wake
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up!
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What's
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wrong
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today?
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You
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look
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as
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if
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you've
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seen
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a
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ghost!
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Some
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wine
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and
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say
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what's
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going
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on!
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A
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ghost
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you
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say,
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a
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ghost
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maybe,
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she
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was
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just
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like
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a
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ghost
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to
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me -
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one
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minute
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there,
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then
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she
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was
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gone!
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I
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am
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agog!
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I
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am
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aghast!
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Is
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Marius
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in
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love
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at
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last?
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I've
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never
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heard
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him
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'ooh'
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and
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'aah'!
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You
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talk
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of
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battles
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to
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be
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won,
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and
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here
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he
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comes
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like
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Don
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Juan -
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it
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is
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better
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than
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an
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opera!
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It
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is
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time
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for
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us
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all
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to
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decide
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who
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we
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are!
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Do
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we
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fight
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for
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the
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right
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to
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a
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night
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at
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the
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opera
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now?
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Have
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you
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asked
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of
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yourselves
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what's
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the
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price
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you
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might
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pay?
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Is
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this
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simply
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a
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game
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for
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a
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rich
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young
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boy
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to
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play?
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The
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colours
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of
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the
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world
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are
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changing
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day
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by
|
day!
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Red:
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the
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blood
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of
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angry
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men!
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Black:
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the
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dark
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of
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ages
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past!
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Red:
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a
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world
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about
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to
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dawn!
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Black:
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the
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night
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that
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ends
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at
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last!
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Had
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you
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seen
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her
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today
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you
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might
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know
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how
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it
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feels
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to
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be
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struck
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to
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the
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bone
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in
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a
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moment
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of
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breathless
|
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delight!
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Had
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you
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been
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there
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today
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you
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might
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also
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have
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known
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how
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your
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world
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may
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be
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changed
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in
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just
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one
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burst
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of
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light!
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And
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what
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was
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right
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seems
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wrong!
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And
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what
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was
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wrong
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seems
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right!
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Red:
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I
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feel
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my
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soul
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on
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fire!
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Black:
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my
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world
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if
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she's
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not
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there!
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Red:
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it's
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the
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colour
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of
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desire!
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Black:
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it's
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the
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colour
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of
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despair!
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Marius,
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you're
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no
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longer
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a
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child!
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I
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do
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not
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doubt
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you
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mean
|
it
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well,
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but
|
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now
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there
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is
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a
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higher
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call!
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Who
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cares
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about
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your
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lonely
|
soul?
|
We
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strive
|
towards
|
a
|
larger
|
goal -
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our
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little
|
lives
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don't
|
count
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at
|
all!
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Red:
|
the
|
blood
|
of
|
angry
|
men!
|
Black:
|
the
|
dark
|
of
|
ages
|
past!
|
Red:
|
a
|
world
|
about
|
to
|
dawn!
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Black:
|
the
|
night
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that
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ends
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at
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last!
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Listen
|
everybody!
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General
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Lamarque
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is
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dead!
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Lamarque!
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His
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death
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is
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the
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hour
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of
|
fate -
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the
|
people's
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man -
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his
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death
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is
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the
|
sign
|
we
|
await!
|
On
|
his
|
|
funeral
|
day,
|
they
|
will
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honour
|
his
|
name;
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with
|
the
|
light
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of
|
rebellion
|
ablaze
|
in
|
their
|
eyes;
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with
|
their
|
candles
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of
|
grief
|
we
|
will
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kindle
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our
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flame;
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on
|
the
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tomb
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of
|
Lamarque
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shall
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our
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barricade
|
rise!
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The
|
time
|
is
|
here!
|
Let
|
us
|
welcome
|
it
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gladly
|
with
|
courage
|
and
|
cheer!
|
Let
|
us
|
take
|
to
|
the
|
streets
|
with
|
no
|
doubt
|
in
|
our
|
hearts!
|
But
|
a
|
jubilant
|
shout!
|
They
|
will
|
come
|
one
|
and
|
all!
|
They
|
will
|
come
|
when
|
we
|
call!
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