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LES MISÉRABLES
- Ricky as Marius Pontmercy in Les Misérables, on Broadway -
A LITTLE FALL OF RAIN (With Eponine)
EPONINE
Don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius, I don’t feel any pain
A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
You’re here, that’s all I need to know
And you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow

MARIUS
But you will live, Eponine, dear God above
If I could close your wounds with words of love...

EPONINE
Just hold me now, and let it be
Shelter me, comfort me

MARIUS
You would live a hundred years if I could show you how...
I won’t desert you now

EPONINE
The rain can’t hurt me now
This rain will wash away what’s past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I’ll sleep in your embrace at last
So don’t you fret M’sieur Marius

MARIUS
Hush a bye, dear Eponine

EPONINE
I don’t feel any pain

MARIUS
You won’t feel any pain

EPONINE
A little fall of rain

MARIUS
A little fall of Rain

EPONINE
Can hardly hurt me now

MARIUS
Can hardly hurt you now
I’m here

EPONINE
That’s all I need to know
And you will keep me safe

MARIUS
I will stay with you

EPONINE
And you will keep me close

MARIUS
Till you are sleeping...

EPONINE
And rain

MARIUS
And rain

EPONINE
Will make the flowers...

MARIUS
Will make the flowers... grow

EMPTY CHAIRS AND EMPTY TABLES
There’s a grief that can't be spoken
There’s a pain that goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now

These very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricades
At dawn

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends will meet no more

Oh my friends, my friends
Don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
There my friends will sing no more


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