Eddie Redmayne

Enjolras Marius, rest. Feuilly Drink with me To days gone by Sing with me The songs we knew Prouvaire Here's to pretty girls Who went to our heads Joly Here's to witty girls Who went to our beds All Here's to them And here's to you! Grantaire Drink with m...

There's a grief that can't be spoken, There's a pain 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 t...