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CLOPIN
Morning in Paris the city awakes
To the bells of Nõtre Damę
The fisherman fishes the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Nõtre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as psalm
And some Say the soul of the city's
the toll of the bells
The bell of Nõtre Dame

Dark was the night
When our tale was begun
On the docks near Nõtre Dame
Four frightened gypsies sild silently under
The docks near Nõtre Dame
But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
At a figure whose dutches
Were iron as much as the bells
The bells of Nõtre Dame
Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world of vice and sin
And he saw coruption
Everywhere
Expect within

Archdeacon:
See there the innocent blood you have split
On the steps of Nõtre Dame...

Frollo:
I am quiltless
She ran I pursued

Archdeacon:
Nów you would add this child's blood to you qulity
On the steps of Nõtre Dame

Frollo:
My conscience is clear

Archdeacon:
You canon lie to yourself and your minions
You can claim that you haven't a qualim
But you never can run from
Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
The every eyes of Nõtre Dame

Clopin:
And for one time in his life
Of power and controle
Frollo felt a twinge of fear
For his immortal soul

Frollo:
What must I do?

Archdeacon:
Care for the child and rise it as your own

Frollo:
What?
I'm to be saddled with this misshapen..?
Very wellness
Let him live with you in your church

Archdeacon:
Live here?
There?

Frollo:
Anywhere
Just so he's kept locked away
Where no one else can see
The bell tower perhaps
And who knows
Our lord works in mysterious ways
yet prove one day to be
Ouf use to me

Clopin:
And Frollo gave the child a cruel name
A name that means half- formed- Quasimodo

Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Nõtre Dame
Who is the monster and who is the man?
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells,bells
Bells of Nõtre Dame