PHANTOM: Bravi, bravi, bravissimi...
MEG: Christine, Christine...
PHANTOM: Christine...
MEG: Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect!
I only wish I knew your secret!
Who is this new tutor?
CHRISTINE: Father once spoke of an Angel;
I used to dream he'd appear.
Now as I sing, I can sense him,
And I know he's here.
Here in this room, he calls me softly,
Somewhere inside hiding.
Somehow I know he's always with me;
He, the unseen genius.
MEG: Christine, you must have been dreaming;
Stories like this can't come true.
Christine, you're talking in riddles,
And it's not like you.
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music, guide and guardian!
Grant to me your glory!
MEG: Who is this Angel, this...
BOTH: Angel of Music, hide no longer!
Secret and strange Angel!
CHRISTINE: He's with me even now...
MEG: Your hands are cold...
CHRISTINE: All around me...
MEG: Your face, Christine, it's white...
CHRISTINE: It frightens me.
MEG: Don't be frightened...
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