| M’sieur, this is a day I never can forget
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| Is gratitude enough for giving me Cosette?
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| Your home shall be with us 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, he 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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| Monsieur, you cannot leave
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| Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette
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| She will never believe!
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| Tell her I’ve gone on a journey 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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| For the sake of Cosette, it must be so |