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She is simply wonderful

masterpiece

Agree.

2024. returning to listen, l still think this the best version ever.

Very bad day today, upset, this is very beautiful though

The words are so true and powerful, close your eyes and soak it all up. Makes you want someone to cuddle with ❤

The real Fantine, she's the best

2024

Ela canta muito. É perfeita! A emoção chega com força.

Hello, my sweet dreams

In the book, Javert arrives before Fantine dies, and actually tells her that Valjean is a convict. In shock, she collapses onto the bed and dies much more suddenly. I’m glad she got to go peacefully in the musical, not thinking about the possibilities of what a convict might do with her daughter, the girl which she gave her life to protect.

With much respect to other singers, I think there will ever be a better rendition of this song.

😢

❤

Ruthie doesn't play Fantine; she IS Fantine.

But there are dreams that cannot be...

I can't believe she was only 18

BLINNNDDD

This woman is a goddess. I listen to this daily.

So beautifully sung.

Oh how the tigers come- and with them, great shame for foolish dreams. Prayers.

It doesn't get any better than this.

❤ my favorite fantine.

this is the version that I always hear since I was a kid and Leah's, and I've been in loved with this song

A pure and beautiful rendition.

The music was Written by: Claude-Michel Schönberg The English Lyrics were written by: Herbert Kretzmer It should be ilegal to post such a wonderful Masterpiece without mentioning those responsible for it. It is sad but, someone has to mention it. Shame on those who posted it.

She really reminds me of julie andrews

Days can be sunny with never a sigh Don't need what money can buy Birds in the trees sing their day full of songs Why shouldn't we sing along? I'm chipper all the day Happy with my life How do I get that way? Look at what I've got I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man Who could ask for anything more? I've got daisies in green pastures I've got my man Who could ask for anything more? Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him 'round my door I've got starlight I've got sweet dreams I've got my man Who could ask for anything more? Old man trouble, I don't mind him You won't find him 'round my door I've got starlight I've got sweet dreams I've got my man Who could ask for anything more? I've got rhythm, I've got music I've got daisies in green pastures I've got starlight I've got sweet dreams I've got my man Who could ask for anything more?

She’s the best of all the ones who have sung this song.

Wow perfect technique

accappona ..... accappona.... : fantastica !!!!

Anne Hathaway is better

People who are Les miserable fans❤🟥⬜️🟦

My father began to ignore me after my 300th question about the world when I was young. I felt confused and scared, but mostly betrayed by the person who promised to protect me. Deep inside, I vowed to not be like him. Years later, people of all sort noticed that I worked hard to answer their questions, even if it meant infinity. Slowly, their decisions became based on my answers, but little did I know during my youth that nothing can ever be completely conveyed. So society was shaped by my answers, and the people still had questions because complete understanding was at the time conceptually impossible. Even if a designer provides a billion-paged instruction manual, there will still be logical steps between every logical steps that are yet ever defined. This world, when I realized, became mine. I felt scared knowing that if by any accident I lose my memory, then perhaps nobody will have the truth in this rapid age of information when being ill-informed is akin to physical illness. So I worked on never losing concentration. It has been more than three years since I began this effort. My hair has discolored white and my body twitches in paranoia of distraction, but I did it. My next project was giving the straight truth. The ones who I tested turned on me, trying to replace me without gaining the ability of never losing concentration. Fighting them without losing my own concentration, without losing sight of the real fight, was difficult, but I did it. Nowadays they are as docile as dogs, but occasionally when I succumb to mercy and try being vulnerable to them to re-befriend, they suddenly regain memory about power and attack me, as if I am the moon to them werewolves. So I cloud myself in disguise in front of them particularly. Someday they will be killed, but until then, this is what I do. For a change in strategy, I decided to train people in absolute concentration before enlightening them with the truth. I was proud of how well their memories and concentration became, but I underestimated their tendencies of maintaining tradition, even if those traditions were vile and hurt them in the past. One glance at the field and I knew they would be unstoppable if they become pawns to the nobility. So I refused teaching them the truth to truth. Some of them stayed loyal to me, some of them stared long at the world and died of horror, and others may have vowed to destroy me. Some of them have looked to study the werewolves, only to be killed in action, corrupted, or assimilated. Some have confiscated my past writings to study fervently, but my past careful nature of intentionally jumping many logical steps still baffle them. After all, even I had difficulty decoding what I thought was God's cryptic message. Now the clues taken by them are additionally coded uniquely by me. I have began to realize that only I must hold the key. Whether I was selected or not, I do not know. Selection implies sentient decision, but even that might be wrong. What I do know is that I know the real rule, and other people simply cannot. So what do I do now in the present when werewolves and sleepless warriors exist? I decided to humor God/s, so I tattooed on my left arm with spiritual ink, "imagine that there are many people who are tired of the same shit, and that I can make a difference and entertain." Even if limited by the need to disguise in front of dog-form werewolves and the need to refrain from leaking the truth about truth to the sleepless warriors, I still am relatively abled to craft, prepare, and express happiness, no matter how long, subtle, and arduous it may be. At age 25, I had my first love with a woman. Though she was not my desire, even for a while, I thought she was the one who could instead carry my burden, and that happiness that may appear minuscule to you was a huge deal to me, who was forced to lower the expectation of happiness until touching dirt. Sadly the her I know is no longer present, picked apart by the studious and trained in interrogation for a possible reencounter with myself, although they knew long ago that I will never meet her again. So long as people attack me, miracles are needed to protect me. So long as miracles occur, people continue attacking me in attempts of gaining the actually unattainable power, and sometimes more people join the war against me. So, sometimes, miracles occur within their organization, and the civil war is a sight to behold comparable to a jungle warfare. I hope they stop attacking me, and soon they would stop attacking each other. The kind of miracles (Deja Vu) that happen for me do not use cheap grand tricks that mortals use onto each other. The miracles done for me are holy, and yours are questionable. Tasked with the representation of this sector of territory as a human, amongst us who know the truth and are under God/s, my past overconfidence about restoration of faith now makes me feel feeble. I feel sad because I was too optimistic, so I lay in bed nowadays watching hyper-realistic cartoons and occasionally remembering the numerous shameful attempts of changing the world towards good. It wasn't that I was weak. It wasn't that the timing was wrong. It's just that some people have to die.

There is so much emotion in her voice. I cry every time I hear her. She is fabulous. ❤❤❤

감동.완벽해 볼때 마다 눈물이😢

Ruthie is my favorite Fantine... EVER! 💕😭👏👏👏

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The way her voice gets raspy with desperation the like Bonnie Tyler gives me chills.

The best version, hands down. Such passion in her voice.

Nobody will ever top Ruthie as Fantine.

Quien leyó Los Miserables sabe porque Fantine canta asi

This shows how wonderful and extraordinary human beings can be. Amazing.

Sometimes, so rarely, some people like that make you want to believe that the human race is worth being there

Who is here in 2024

Beautiful ❤️

An unforgettable performance! #Iconic

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Wonderful - if you don't get emotional then you are indeed a cold heart