| Wandering child …
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| so lost …
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| so helpless …
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| yearning for my guidance …
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| Angel … or father …
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| friend … or Phantom ???
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| Who is it there,
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| staring ???
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| Have you
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| forgotten your Angel ???
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| Angel … oh, speak …
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| What endless
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| longings
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| echo in this
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| whisper !!!
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| Too long you’ve wandered
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| in winter… Once again
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| she is his …
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| Far from my far-reaching gaze …
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| Once again
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| she returns …
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| Wildly my mind
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| beats against you …
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| You resist …
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| Yet your/the soul
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| obeys …
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| … to the arms
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| of her angel …
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| angel or demon …
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| still he calls her …
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| luring her back, from the grave …
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| angel or dark seducer ???
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| Who are you, strange
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| angel ???
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| Angel of Music!
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| You denied me,
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| turning from true beauty …
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| Angel of Music!
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| Do not shun me …
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| Come to your strange
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| Angel …
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| Angel of Music!
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| I denied you,
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| turning from true beauty …
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| Angel of Music!
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| My protector …
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| Come to me, strange
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| Angel …
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| I am your Angel of Music …
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| Come to me: Angel of Music …
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| Angel of darkness!
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| Cease this torment!
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| I am your Angel of Music …
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| Come to me: Angel of Music …
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| Christine! |
| Christine listen to me!
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| Whatever you may believe, this man …
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| this thing … is not your father!
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| Let her go! |
| For God’s sake, let her go! |
| Christine!
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| Raoul… Bravo, monsieur!
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| Such spirited words!
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| More tricks, monsieur?
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| Let’s see, monsieur
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| how far you dare go!
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| More deception? |
| More violence?
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| Raoul, no …
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| That’s right, that’s right,
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| monsieur —
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| keep walking this way!
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| You can’t win her love by making her your prisoner.
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| Raoul, don’t …
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| Stay back!
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| I’m here, I’m here,
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| monsieur:
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| the angel of death!
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| Come on, come on,
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| monsieur
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop!
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| Raoul! |
| Come back …
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| Don’t go!
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| So be it! |
| Now let it be war upon you both!
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| You understand your instructions?
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| Sir!
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| When you hear the whistle, take up your positions.
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| I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. |
| It is essential that all doors are properly secured.
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| Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
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| Have you got a better idea?
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| Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?
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| Give the order.
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| You in the pit — do you have a clear view of this
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| box?
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| Yes, sir. |
| Remember, when the time comes, shoot. |
| Only if you have to — but shoot. |
| To kill.
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| How will I know, sir? |
| You’ll know
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| Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
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| will work? |
| Will Miss Daae sing?
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| Don’t worry, Firmin. |
| Andre?
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| We’re in your hands, sir.
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| My men are now in position, sirGo ahead, then.
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| Are the doors secure?
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| I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera. |
| ..
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| I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera. |
| ..
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| Idiot! |
| You’ll kill someone. |
| I said: only when the
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| times comes!
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| But, Monsieur le Vicomte.
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| No 'buts'! |
| For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is right. |
| ..
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| Seal my fate tonight — I hate to have to cut the fun short
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| but the joke’s
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| wearing thin. |
| ..
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| Let the audience in. ..
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| Let my opera begin! |