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EnjolrasBright eyes shining
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As he encourages his people
The fatal battlecry
"Long live the Republic!"
Flows like blood through
War-torn Rue de la Chanvrerie.
Hands uplifted, reaching for a better future
Through gunpowder smoke and grime.
The last barricade is crushed
The tavern, the last haven,
Shelters the dead and dying.
He alone is unscathed
As the first ignoble King's soldiers
Break down the door and surround him.
At first, his hopeless defiance repels them--
They move back, unable to shoot.
He stands, backed against the brick wall
--no escape, but that is not his wish.
"Fire!" calls the guilty voice
And bullets pierce his heart.
Unafraid, courageous to the last,
Even in death they cannot force him to his knees.
As blood soaks his shirt
He closes his eyes, still undefeated
He still stands.
Madeleine et Fantine"Monsieur!" the mayor panted, leaning against the doorframe of the small shop, out of breath from running. "Monsieur, have you seen a woman with long, golden hair?"
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"Yes, she went that way," the shopkeeper responded, pointing the Mayor in the right direction.
"Thank you, Monsieur," Madeleine replied before running off again.
The shopkeeper's wife looked up from her sweeping with a smile. "It appears Monsieur Madeleine is in love."
"You'll give me ten francs?" Fantine asked in shock.
"Of course, Mam'selle. I've never seen such lovely hair," the barber answered sincerely.
"Then cut it off."
"No!" Madeleine cried, bursting into the barber shop.
"Monsieur le Maire! Is
is there a problem?" the barber asked.
"There will be if you allow this woman to sacrifice her hair."
"Monsieur, whatever do you mean?" Fantine inquired.
"Mademoiselle," he said in a voice one uses when praying, "I would sooner cut off my arm than even one strand of your beautifu
I Dreamed a DreamI have always believed in music. It's power to heal, it's power to move an entire nation... It's beautiful.
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Today, I want to talk about I Dreamed a Dream. It's a song I never cared much about one way or the other, though I'm sure Nicole will recall me clinging to her arm and crying when we saw it live.
The thing about this song is that it portrays a /totally/ wrong message. I much prefer Sandra Turley, a former Cosette's version. She had a Les Mis medley that ends with the lines:
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this life I'm living
So different now from what it seems
But life can't kill the dream I dreamed.
As we all know, in One Day More, the younger characters reprise I Dreamed a Dream. Most of us haven't thought anything of it, but really, it's a brilliant, brilliant move. They are living proof that life did not kill Fantine's dream. Yes, life killed Fantine, but she did not dream the dream alone. Her torch, from her failing hands, she threw to the next generation,