Where my friends will Sing no more


Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!

Les Misérables + Scenery

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peremadeleine:

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[five] deaths » Gavroche Thénardier | 3/5

The bullets ran after him, he was more nimble than they. He was playing an indescribable terrible game of hide-and-seek; every time the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the gamin snapped his fingers.
One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the others, reached the Will-o’-the-wisp child. They saw Gavroche totter, then he fell. The whole barricade gave a cry; but there was an Antaeus in this pigmy; for the gamin to touch the pavement is like the giant touching the earth; Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in the air, looking in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.
He did not finish. A second ball from the same marksman cut him short. This time he fell with his face upon the pavement, and did not stir again. That little great soul had taken flight.

peremadeleine:

les mis movie meme

[five] deaths » Gavroche Thénardier | 3/5

The bullets ran after him, he was more nimble than they. He was playing an indescribable terrible game of hide-and-seek; every time the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the gamin snapped his fingers.

One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the others, reached the Will-o’-the-wisp child. They saw Gavroche totter, then he fell. The whole barricade gave a cry; but there was an Antaeus in this pigmy; for the gamin to touch the pavement is like the giant touching the earth; Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in the air, looking in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.

He did not finish. A second ball from the same marksman cut him short. This time he fell with his face upon the pavement, and did not stir again. That little great soul had taken flight.







Les Misérables, “The Heroes.”



I stare into the void of a world that cannot hold.

I stare into the void of a world that cannot hold.