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