*CHRISTINE*
I remember
There was mist...
Swirling mist
Upon a vast, glassy lake...
There were candles
All around,
And on the lake there
Was a boat,
And in the boat
There was a man...
Who was that shape
In the shadows?
Whose is the face
In the mask?
*PHANTOM*
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon -
Is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little lying
Delilah!
You little viper -
Now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you...
Curse you...
Stranger
Than you dreamt it -
Can you even
Dare to look or bear to
Think of me:
This loathsome
Gargoyle, who
Burns in hell, but secretly
Yearns for heaven,
Secretly...
Secretly...
But, Christine...
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll
Learn to see, to
Find the man
Behind this
Monster: this...
Repulsive
Carcass, who
Seems a beast, but secretly
Dreams of beauty,
Secretly...
Secretly...
Oh, Christine...
Come we must return -
Those two fools
Who run my theatre
Will be missing you.
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd-webber, Richard Stilgoe, Charles Hart
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