phantom of the opera
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The streets of Paris are lovely at night, just as they always have been
and always will be, he whispers.
I nod slowly, and halt, contemplating all the books he wrote
that I loved so dearly.
mismatched eyes
and a heart as scared as your face
these halls filled with music
have become your prison
the only light the world has shown you
A Phantom Music
Music this place, hearts do dance
Hidden your face, beloved phantom of grace
Beloved, your music lays about
Erik, I understand
In dark slain
Erik, I feel your pain
Hold my broken soul
Only you can know
Erik, pass this life
In darkness, I love you
Ugly Erik, poor Erik
