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M'sieur, this is a day |
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I can never forget |
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Is gratitude enough |
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For giving me cosette |
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Your home shall be with us |
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And not a day shall pass |
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But we will prove our love |
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To you, whom we shall call |
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A father to us both |
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A father to us all. |
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Not another word my son |
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There's something now that must be done |
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There lived a man whose name was jean valjean |
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He stole some bread to save his sister's son |
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For nineteen winters served his time |
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In sweat he washed away his crime. |
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Years ago |
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He broke parole and lived a life apart |
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How could he tell cosette and break her heart |
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It's for cosette this must be faced |
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If he is caught she is disgraced |
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The time has come to journey on |
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And from this day he must be gone |
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Who am i |
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Who am i? |
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You're jean valjean |
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Whatever i tell my beloved cosette |
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She will never believe! |
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I have gone on a journey |
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A long way away |
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Tell her my heart was too full for farewells |
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It is better this way |
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Promise me, m'sieur, cosette will never know... |
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...what i have spoken, why i must go |
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Marius: for the sake of cosette, it must be so. |
