Fantine:
Cosette, it's turned so cold. Cosette, it's past your bedtime. You've played the day away, and soon it will be night. Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading. Don't you see the evening star appearing? Come to me, and rest against my shoulder. How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.
Jean Valjean:
Dear Fantine, Cosette will be here soon. Dear Fantine, she will be by your side.
Fantine:
Come, Cosette. My child, where did you go?
Jean Valjean:
Be at peace. Be at peace evermore.
Fantine:
My Cosette...
Jean Valjean:
Shall live in my protection.
Fantine:
Take her now.
Jean Valjean:
Your child will want for nothing.
Fantine:
Good monsieur, you come from God in heaven. Tell Cosette I love her, and I'll see her when I wake.
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