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