Was overwhelmed there, held the stand
Packed the bougies, behold
Is gnawed by grape-vine,
Their feet hung swung
That shoulderblade to oscillate
Is champed by shots
Three sou, Monsieur - Monsieur, three sou
It isn't evident,
Says they were not,
Leave, my dive, from them,
And she causes to leave
Cast where we heard
Were they're all, that stay (where we are)
On the succeding night
Says they were not
Well isolated
The rain-water to collect
This isn't isolated
This isn't well
This isn't Cosette
Three operations
Is crunched by grapes
In three timid act-shoot!
The ball, and went boum!
One enters the garden first
It is Cosette
Brigadier,
Broken hand, fracture leg,
It's Cosette
Being able not to load
Brigardier,
Giant day being able
What I'll believe: (aux Thenadiers)
Ballet captain
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