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Raoul: |
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Little Lotte let her mind wander |
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Little Lotte thought, |
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Am I fonder of dolls, |
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Or of goblins or shoes. |
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Christine: |
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Raoul |
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Raoul: |
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Of riddles or frocks. |
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Christine: |
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Those picnics in the attic |
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Raoul: |
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Or of chocolates |
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Christine: |
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Father playing the violin |
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Raoul: |
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As we read to each other, |
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Dark stories of the north |
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Christine: |
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"No, what I love best," Lotte said, |
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"is when I'm asleep in my bed, |
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and the angel of music sings songs in my head" |
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Both: |
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The angel of music sings songs in my head |
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Raoul: |
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Oh, you sang like an angel tonight |
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Christine: |
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Father said, |
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"When I'm in heaven child, |
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I will send the angel of music to you" |
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My father is dead Raoul, |
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And I have been visited by the angel of music |
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Raoul: |
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Oh no doubt of it, |
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And now we go to supper |
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Christine: |
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No Raoul, |
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The angel of music is very strict |
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Raoul: |
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Well I shant keep you up late |
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Christine: |
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Raoul no |
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Raoul: |
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You must change |
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I'll order my carriage, |
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Two minutes, Little Lotte |
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Christine: |
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No, Raoul wait |
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Phantom: |
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Insolent boy, |
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This slave of fashion, |
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Basking in your glory |
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Ignorant fool |
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This brave young suitor |
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Sharing in my triumph |
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Christine: |
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Angel I hear you |
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Speak, I listen |
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Stay by my side, guide me |
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Angel my soul was weak, |
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Forgive me |
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Enter at last master |
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Phantom: |
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Flattering child you shall know me |
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See why in shadow I hide |
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Look at your face in the mirror |
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I am there inside |
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Christine: |
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Angel of music |
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Guide and guardian |
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Grant to me your glory |
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Angel of music |
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Hide no longer |
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Come to me strange angel |
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Phantom: |
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I am your angel of music |
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Come to me angel of music |
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Come to me angel of music |
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Raoul: |
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Who's is that voice, |
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Who is that in there? |
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Phantom: |
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I am your angel of music |
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Come to me angel of music |
