| Phantom:
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| Wandering child,
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| So lost, so helpless
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| Yearning for my guidance
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| Christine:
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| Angel or father?
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| Friend or phantom?
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| Who is it there, staring?
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| Phantom:
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| Have you forgotten your Angel?
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| Christine:
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| Angel, oh, speak
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| What endless longings
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| Echo in this whisper!
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| Phantom:
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| Too long you’ve wandered in winter
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| Far from my fathering gaze…
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| Christine:
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| Wildly my mind beats against you…
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| Phantom:
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| You resist…
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| Phantom/Christine:
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| Yet your/the soul obeys…
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| Phantom/Christine:
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| Angel of Music,
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| You/I denied me/you!
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| Turning from true beauty!
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| Angel of Music!
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| Do not shun me/My protecter!
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| Come to your/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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| Raoul:
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| No, Christine, wait!
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| Wait!
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| Christine:
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| Raoul!
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| Raoul:
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| Whatever you may (Draws sword) believe,
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| This man — this thing — is not your father!
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| (The Phantom Jumps out and swings his sword. Raoul and Erik the Phantom sword
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| fight. |
| Erik the Phantom stabs Raoul in the arm. |
| Raoul happens to pin Erik the
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| Phantom down. |
| Before Raoul can stab him, Christine stops him)
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| Christine: No, Raoul! |
| No. Not like this.
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| (They look at Erik the Phantom for a minute. Raoul puts away his sword,
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| they get on his horse and ride off)
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| Phantom (Spoken, angrily) Now, let it be war upon you both. |