I remember there was mist ...
swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake ...
There were candles all around,
and on the lake there was a boat,
and in the boat there was a man ...
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper - now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you ...
Curse you ...
Stranger than you dreamt it -
can you even dare to look or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome gargoyle, who
burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven,
secretly ...
secretly ...
But, Christine ...
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll learn to see,
to find the man behind the monster: this ...
repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty,
secretly ...
secretly ...
Oh, Christine ...
Come we must return -
those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.

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