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Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember
stop and think
of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you . .
RAOUL
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
(he raises his opera-glasses)
What a change!
You're really
not a bit
the gawkish girl
that once you were...
(lowering his opera-glasses)
She may
not remember
me, but
I remember
her...
CHRISTINE
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes
you will think
of me


Where in the world
have you been hiding?
Really, you were
perfect!
I only wish
I knew your secret!
Who is this new
tutor?

Father once spoke
of an angel . . .
I used to dream he'd
appear . . .
Now as I sing,
I can sense him . . .
And I know
he's here . . .
Here in this room
he calls me softly . . .
somewhere inside . . .
hiding . . .
Somehow I know
he's always with me . . .
he - the unseen
genius . . .

Christine, you must have
been dreaming . . .
stories like this can't
come true . . .
Christine, you're talking
in riddles . . .
and it's not
like you . . .

Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!

Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange
angel . . .
All around me . . .
MEG
Your face, Christine,
it's white . . .
CHRISTINE
It frightens me . . .
MEG
Don't be frightened . . .



In sleep he sang to me.
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name.
And so I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind.

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet.
My power over you
Grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
It's me they hear.

And in this Laberenth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind

Sing my angel of music!
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera

Aaaaaaah-ahahahah
Aaaa-aaahahahahah

Sing for me
Aaaaaaaaaaah!



Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .
Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .