The Phantom:
Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.
Christine:
Angel or father? Friend of phantom? Who is it there staring?
The Phantom:
Have you forgotten your Angel?
Christine:
Angel oh speak, what endless longings? Echoing this whisper.
The Phantom:
Too long you've waundered in winter. Far from my fathering gaze.
Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...
The Phantom:
You resist...
The Phantom, Christine:
Yet/but your/the soul obeys...
The Phantom, Christine:
Angel of Music,you/I denied me/you. Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music, do not shun me/my protector come to your/me, strange Angel!
The Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music.
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