| Don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius. |
| I don’t feel any pain
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| A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt me now
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| You’re here. |
| That’s all I need to know
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| And you will keep me safe
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| And you will keep me close
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| And rain will make the flowers grow
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| But you will live, 'Ponine, dear God above
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| If I could heal your wounds with words of love
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| Just hold me now, and let it be
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| Shelter me, comfort me
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| You would live a hundred years, if I could show you how
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| I won’t desert you now…
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| The rain can’t hurt me now
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| This rain will wash away what’s past
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| And you will keep me safe
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| And you will keep me close
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| I’ll sleep in your embrace at last
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| The rain that brings you here is heaven blessed
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| The skies begin to clear, and I’m at rest
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| A breath away from where you are
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| I’ve come home from so far
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| So don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius
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| (Hush-a-bye, dear Éponine)
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| I don’t feel any pain
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| (You won’t feel any pain)
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| A little fall of rain
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| (A little fall of rain)
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| Can hardly hurt me now
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| (Can hardly hurt you now)
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| (I'm here)
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| That’s all I need to know
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| And you will keep me safe
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| And you will keep me close
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| And rain…
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| (And rain…)
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| Will make the flowers…
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| (Will make the flowers…)
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| Grow |