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God on high Hear my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home He's like the son I might have known If God had granted me a son The summers die One by one How soon they fly On and on And I am old And will be gone Bring him peace Bring him joy He is young He is only a boy You can take You can give Let him be Let him live If I die Let me die Let him live Bring him home Bring him home Bring him Home!
Les Misérables
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Enjolras, we need more ammunition. I'm going into the colonnade. There are dead bodies there, dry ammunition. FEUILLY: The gunpowder is wet through. ENJOLRAS: Let's round it up. Let's get everything out here. (SINGING) Little people know when little people fight We may look easy pickings Gavroche. But we've got some bite!
Les Misérables