COSETTE:
In my life
I have all I could want
You are loving and gentle and good
But Papa, dear Papa,
In your eyes I am just like a child
who is lost in a wood
VALJEAN:
No more words
No more, it's a time that is dead
There are words
That are better unheard
Better unsaid
MARIUS:
In my life
She has burts like the music of angels
the light of the sun!
and my life seems to stop
as if something is over
and something has scarcely begun!
MARIUS AND EPONINE:
In my life
there is someone who touches my life
MARIUS:
waiting near!
EPONINE:
waiting here!