英文剧本: 歌剧魅影 The Phantom of the Opera

英文剧本: 歌剧魅影 The Phantom of the Opera 

The Phantom Of The Opera Script
                  
Paris, 1919. 
                  
Public Auction Today
                  
Sold. Your number sir? Thank you.
                  
Lot 663 then, ladies and gentlemen:
                  
a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau.
                  
Showing here.
                  
Do I have ten francs?
                  
Five then, Five I am bid. 
                  
Six, seven. 
                  
Against you, sir, seven. Eight.? 
                  
Eight once. Selling twice. 
                  
Sold, to Monsieur Lefevre. Thank you very much 
                  
Lot    : a wooden pistol and three human skulls, 
                  
from the      production of 'Robert le Diable' by Meyerbeer. 
                  
Ten francs for this. 
                  
Ten, thank you. Ten still. 
                  
Fifteen, thank you. Fifteen I am bid. 
                  
Going at fifteen. 
                  
Your number sir? 
                  
Lot     ladies and gentlemen: 
                  
a papier-mache musical box
in the shape of a barrel organ. 
                  
Attached, the figure of a monkey
in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. 
                  
This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre,
still in working order, ladies and gentlemen. 
                  
Showing here. 
                  
May I commence at fifteen francs? 
                  
Fifteen, thank you. 
                  
Yes, twenty from you, sir, thank you very much. 
                  
Madame Giry, twenty-five, thank you, Madame 
                  
Twenty-five I am bid. 
                  
Do I hear thirty? 
                  
Thirty. And thirty-five? 
                  
Selling at thirty francs, then. 
                  
Thirty once, thirty twice. 
                  
Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. 
                  
Thank you sir. 
                  
A collector's piece indeed... 
                  
every detail exactly as she said... 
                  
Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead... 
                  
Lot     then: a chandelier in pieces. 
                  
Some of you may recall the strange affair
of the Phantom of the Opera:a mystery never fully explained. 
                  
We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the
very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. 
                  
Our workshops have repaired it and wired
parts of it for the new electric light 
                  
Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago 
                  
with a little illumination, gentlemen 
                  
Paris      
                  
"Opera Populaire 
                  
"La Carlotta" 
                  
This trophy from our saviours, 
                  
From our saviours 
                  
From the enslaving force of Rome! 
                  
Madame 
                  
With feasting and dancing and song, 
                  
tonight in celebration, 
                  
we greet the victorious throng, 
                  
returned to bring salvation! 
                  
Vicomte, welcome 
                  
The trumpets of Carthage resound! 
                  
Hear, Romans, now and tremble! 
                  
Hark to our step on the ground! 
                  
Hear the drums 
                  
Hannibal comes! 
                  
Sad to return to find the land we love
threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp. 
                  
Gentlemen, gentlemen. 
                  
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way,
for a new production of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'. 
                  
M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing. 
                  
M. Reyer, Mme. Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please,
if I can have your attention, thank you 
                  
As you know, for some weeks there
have been rumours of my imminent retirement. 
                  
I can now tell you that these were all true,
and it is my pleasure to introduce to you 
                  
the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire,
M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre. 
                  
I'm sure you've read that recent fortune in the junk business 
                  
scrap metal, actually 
                  
He must be rich 
                  
And we're deeply honored to introduce
our new patron, the Vicomte de Chagny 
                  
It's Raoul, before my father died,? to see 
                  
I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts 
                  
He called me Little Lotte 
                  
Christine, he's so handsome 
                  
My parents and I are honored to support all the arts 
                  
Especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire 
                  
Gentlemen, Signora Carlitta Guidicelli
our leading soprano for five seasons now. 
                  
Bravo! Bravo! 
                  
Signor Ubaldo Piangi. 
                  
An honour, Signor. I believe
I'm keeping you for your rehearsal 
                  
I will be here this evening to
share your great triumph 
                  
My apologies, monsieur 
                  
Thank you, M. Le Vicomte, once more
if you please, Signor 
                  
He love me, he love me 
                  
He wouldn't recognize me 
                  
He didn't see you 
                  
If you please, monsieur 
                  
We take a particular pride in the
excellence of our ballets, monsieur 
                  
I see why, especially that little blonde angel 
                  
My daughter, Meg Giry 
                  
And that exceptional beauty, no relation I trust 
                  
Christine Daae, promising talent
M. Firmin, very promising 
                  
Daae, you say? No relation to the
famous Swedish violinist? 
                  
His only child, orphaned at seven when she came
to live and trained in the ballet dormitories. 
                  
An orphan, you said?  
                  
I think of her as a daughter also  
                  
Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side  
                  
Hannibals friends!  
                  
Oh no, not on my dress, why?  
                  
The trumpeting elephants sound -  
                  
hear, Romans, now and tremble!  
                  
Hark to their step on the ground -  
                  
hear the drums!  
                  
Hannibal comes!  
                  
Ah Daae, all that they want is your dancing  
                  
Vicomte is very excited about tonight's gala  
                  
He's excited by dancing girls as your new managers  
                  
Because I will not be singing  
                  
Goodbye, everyone  
                  
Now it's finished  
                  
Get my doggie, bring my doggie. Bye bye  
                  
What do we do?  
                  
- Grovel, grovel, grovel
- Right  
                  
See you later, because I'm going out  
                  
It is finished  
                  
Principessa. Bella diva  
                  
- Si si
- Goddess of song  
                  
Mr. Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous
aria for Elisa in Act Three of 'Hannibal'?  
                  
Yes, yes, yes. Ma no!  
                  
Because I have not my costume for act 
because somebody not finish it!  
                  
And I hate my hat!  
                  
I wonder, Signora, as a personal favour
if you would oblige us  
                  
with a private rendition  
                  
Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects...  
                  
No. Aspetta, aspetta.  
                  
If my managers command...  
                  
M. Reyer?  
                  
if My diva commands?
Yes, I do  
                  
Everybody be quite  
                  
Monsieur Lefevre, why exactly are you retiring?  
                  
My house
I see  
                  
You as well  
                  
Signora?  
                  
Maestro.  
                  
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...  
                  
Signora!  
                  
He's here:the Phantom of the Opera...  
                  
Signora! Are you all right?  
                  
Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on there?  
                  
Please, monsieur,don't look at me:  
                  
as God's my judge,I was not at my post.  
                  
Please, monsieur,  
                  
there's no one there:  
                  
Or if there is, well then, it must be a ghost...  
                  
Signora, these things do happen.  
                  
For the past years, these things do happen  
                  
And did you stop them from happening? No!  
                  
And you too, you are as bad as them, these things do happen  
                  
Until you stop these things from happening  
                  
This thing does not happen!  
                  
Ubaldo! Andiamo!
Bring my doggy, and my boxy  
                  
Amateurs!  
                  
Now you see. Byebye I'm leaving  
                  
Gentlemen. Good luck.  
                  
If you need me, I should be in Australia.  
                  
Signora Guidicelli, she will be coming back, won't she?  
                  
You think so, monsieur?  
                  
I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.  
                  
God in heaven, you're all obsessed!  
                  
He welcomes you to his opera house  
                  
His opera house?  
                  
And commands that you continue to?  
                  
leave Box Five empty for his use and
reminds you that his salary is due.  
                  
His salary?  
                  
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him twenty
thousand francs a month.  
                  
Twenty thousand francs?  
                  
Perhaps you can afford more,  
                  
with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.  
                  
Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight
when the Vicomte was to join us at the gala  
                  
But obviously we shall now have to cancel
as it appears we have lost our star.  
                  
There should be a understudy  
                  
Understudy? There is no understudy for La Calatta  
                  
A full house, Andre, we shall have to refund a full house.  
                  
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.  
                  
The chorus girl? Don't be silly  
                  
She's been taking lessons from a great teacher.  
                  
Who?  
                  
I don't know his name, monsieur  
                  
Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught.  
                  
Alright, come on, don't be shy, come on, come on  
                  
Just, just...
- From the beginning of the aria, mademoiselle  
                  
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.  
                  
She's very pretty  
                  
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 ways
things 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  
                  
Thinks of the things, we'll never do  
                  
There will never be a day
when I won't think of you  
                  
Can it be?  
                  
Can it be Christine?  
                  
Bravo!  
                  
Long ago, it seem so long ago,  
                  
How young and innocent we were  
                  
She may not remember me, but I remember her  
                  
Flower fade, the fruit of summer fade  
                  
They have the season so do we  
                  
But please promise me that sometimes  
                  
You will think of me!  
                  
Bravo  
                  
Ma musica, splendide  
                  
"Gustave Daae"  
                  
Bravo, bravo, bravissimi  
                  
Christine, Christine  
                  
Where in the world have you been hiding  
                  
Really, you were perfect  
                  
I only wish I knew your secret  
                  
Who is your great tutor  
                  
Meg  
                  
When your mother brought me here to live  
                  
Whenever I come down here alone  
                  
To light a candle for my father  
                  
A voice from above  
                  
And in my dreams  
                  
He was always there  
                  
You see, when my father lay dying  
                  
He told me I will be protected by an angel  
                  
An angel of music  
                  
Christine, do you believe?  
                  
Do you think the spirit of your father tutored you?  
                  
who... who  
                  
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 are talking in riddles  
                  
And it's not like you  
                  
Angle of Music  
                  
Guide and guardian  
                  
Grant to me your glory
Who is this angel  
                  
This...
Angle of Music  
                  
Hide no longer  
                  
Secret and strange and joy  
                  
He's with me, even now  
                  
Your hands are cold  
                  
All around you  
                  
Your face, Christine, is white  
                  
It frightens me  
                  
Don't be frightened  
                  
No, no  
                  
You did very well, my dear  
                  
He's pleased with you  
                  
Ah, Vicomte, I think we've made
quite a discovery with Miss Daae  
                  
Perhaps we can present her to you, dear Vicomte  
                  
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind, this is one
visitor I should prefer to make unaccompanied.  
                  
Thank you  
                  
It would appear they've met before
Yes  
                  
Little Lotte let her mind wander  
                  
Little Lottie thought: Am I fonder of dolls  
                  
or of goblins of shoes
Raoul  
                  
or of riddles of frocks  
                  
Those picnics in the attic  
                  
or of chocolates  
                  
Father playing the violin  
                  
As we read to each other dark stories of the North  
                  
No - what I love best, Lottie said,  
                  
is when I'm asleep in my bed  
                  
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'  
                  
The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'  
                  
Oh, you're so like an angel tonight  
                  
Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child  
                  
I will send the Angel of Music to you'.  
                  
Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been
visited by the Angel of Music.  
                  
Oh, no doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!  
                  
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.  
                  
Well, I shan't keep you up late!  
                  
Raoul, no  
                  
You must change. I'll order my carriage.  
                  
Two minutes - Little Lottie.  
                  
No, Raoul, wait!  
                  
Insolent boy!  
                  
This slave of fashion  
                  
basking in your glory!  
                  
Ignorant fool!  
                  
This brave young suitor,  
                  
sharing in my triumph!  
                  
Angel! I hear you!  
                  
Speak, I listen...  
                  
stay by my side, guide me!  
                  
Angel, my soul was weak -  
                  
forgive me...  
                  
enter at last, Master!  
                  
Flattering child  
                  
you shall know me,  
                  
see why in shadow I hide!  
                  
Look at your face in the mirror -  
                  
I am there inside!  
                  
Angel of Music!  
                  
Guide and guardian!  
                  
Grant to me your glory!  
                  
Angel of Music!  
                  
Hide no longer!  
                  
Come to me, strange angel  
                  
I am your Angel of Music  
                  
Come to me: Angel of Music  
                  
Whose is that voice?  
                  
Who is that in there?  
                  
I am your Angel of Music
Christine, Christine  
                  
Come to me: Angel of Music  
                  
In sleep he sang to me  
                  
In dreams he came  
                  
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name  
                  
And do 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...  
                  
Your/My spirit and your/my voice in one combined  
                  
The Phantom of the Opera is there  
                  
Inside your/my mind  
                  
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera  
                  
Sing, my Angel of Music  
                  
Sing, my Angel  
                  
Sing for me  
                  
Sing, my Angel  
                  
Sing for me  
                  
I have brought you  
                  
to the seat of sweet music's throne  
                  
to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music  
                  
music  
                  
You have come here,  
                  
for one purpose, and one alone  
                  
Since the moment I first heard you sing,  
                  
I have needed you with me,  
                  
to serve me, to sing,  
                  
for my music...  
                  
my music...  
                  
Nighttime 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 caress you  
                  
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you  
                  
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,  
                  
in this darkness that 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 life 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  
                  
You alone can make my song take flight  
                  
Help me make the music of the night  
                  
Christine  
                  
Like yellow parchment is his skin...  
                  
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew...  
                  
You must be always on your guard,  
                  
or he will catch you with his magical lasso!  
                  
Those who speak of what they know  
                  
Find, too late, that prudent silence is wise.  
                  
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue  
                  
Keep your hand at the level of your eyes  
                  
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 bell,  
                  
but secretly yearns for heaven,  
                  
secretly...  
                  
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...  
                  
Oh, Christine...  
                  
Come we must return  
                  
Those two fools Who run my
theatre Will be missing you.  
                  
"Mystery after gala night,"  
                  
It says, "Mystery of soprano's flight!"  
                  
"Mystified all the papers say,  
                  
we are mystified -  
                  
we suspect foul play!"  
                  
Bad news on soprano scene -  
                  
First Carlotta, now Christine!  
                  
Still, at least the seats get sold  
                  
Gossip's worth its weight in gold...  
                  
What a way to run a business!  
                  
Spare me these unending trials!  
                  
Half your cast disappears,  
                  
but the crowd still cheers!  
                  
Opera!  
                  
To hell with Gluck and Handel
Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hint!  
                  
Damnable!  
                  
Will they all walk out?  
                  
This is damnable!  
                  
Andre, please don't shout...  
                  
It's publicity!  
                  
And the take is vast!  
                  
Free publicity!  
                  
But we have no cast...  
                  
Andre, have you seen the queue?  
                  
Oh, it seems you've got one too  
                  
"Dear Andre, what a charming gala!  
                  
Christine was in the world's sublime!  
                  
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left -  
                  
On that note the diva is a disaster  
                  
must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime!  
                  
"Dear Firmin,  
                  
just a brief reminder:  
                  
my salary has not been paid.  
                  
Send it care of the ghost,  
                  
by return of post  
                  
P.T.O.:  
                  
No-one likes a debtor,  
                  
so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"  
                  
Who would have the gall to send this?  
                  
Someone with a puerile brain!  
                  
These are both signed "O.G."...  
                  
Who the hell is he?  
                  
Opera ghost!  
                  
It's nothing short of shocking  
                  
He's mucking our position!  
                  
In addition he wants money  
                  
What a funny aberration to expect a large retainer!  
                  
Nothing plainer -he is clearly quite insane!  
                  
Where is she?  
                  
You mean Carlotta?  
                  
I mean Miss Daae -where is she?  
                  
Well, how should we know?  
                  
I want an answer -  
                  
I take it that you sent me this note  
                  
What's all this nonsense?  
                  
Of course not!  
                  
Don't look at us!  
                  
She's not with you, then?  
                  
Of course not!  
                  
We're in the dark...  
                  
Monsieur, don't argue -  
                  
Isn't this the letter you wrote?  
                  
And what is it, that we're meant
to have wrote? Written!  
                  
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.  
                  
The Angel of Music has her under his wing.  
                  
Make no attempt to see her again. "  
                  
If you didn't write it, who did?  
                  
Where is he?  
                  
Ah, welcome back!  
                  
Your precious patron -  
                  
where is he?  
                  
What is it now?  
                  
I have your letter -  
                  
a letter which I rather resent!  
                  
And did you send it?  
                  
Of course not!  
                  
As if he would!  
                  
You didn't send it?  
                  
Of course not!  
                  
What's going on?  
                  
You dare to tell me, that this
is not the letter you sent?!  
                  
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?  
                  
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.  
                  
Christine Daae will be singing
on your behalf tonight.  
                  
Be prepared for a great misfortune,  
                  
should you attempt to take her place. "  
                  
Far too many notes for my taste -  
                  
and most of them about Christine!  
                  
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name...  
                  
Miss Daae has returned  
                  
I hope no words for as far as we're concerned  
                  
Where precisely is she now?  
                  
I thought it best that she was
alone... She needed rest  
                  
May I see her?  
                  
No, monsieur, she will see no-one.  
                  
Will she sing?  
                  
Here, I have a note...  
                  
Let me see it!  
                  
Please!  
                  
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you
several notes of the most amiable nature,  
                  
detailing how my theatre is to be run.  
                  
You have not followed my instructions.  
                  
I shall give you one last chance..."  
                  
Christine Daae has returned to you,  
                  
and I am anxious her career should progress.  
                  
In the new production of "Il Muto",  
                  
you will therefore cast Carlotta as the Pageboy,  
                  
and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess.  
                  
The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal.  
                  
The role of the Pageboy is silent -  
                  
which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.  
                  
I shall watch the performance from my normal
seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me.  
                  
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster
beyond your imagination will occur.  
                  
"I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."  
                  
Christine!  
                  
It's all a ploy to help Christine!  
                  
Whatever next...?  
                  
It's all about a ploy to help Christine  
                  
This is insane...  
                  
I know who sent this:The Vicomte - her lover!  
                  
Indeed? Can you believe this?  
                  
Signora!
O traditori!This is a joke!  
                  
This changes nothing!
O mentitori!  
                  
Signora!  
                  
You are our star!  
                  
And always will be!  
                  
Signora...  
                  
The man is mad!  
                  
We don't take orders!  
                  
Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role...  
                  
Carlotta will be playing the lead!  
                  
It's useless trying to appease me!  
                  
You're only saying this to please me!  
                  
Signori, e vero?  
                  
Non, non, non voglio udire!  
                  
Lasciatemi morire!  
                  
O padre mio!  
                  
Dio!  
                  
Who scorn his word, beware to those...
You have reviled me!  
                  
The angel sees, the angel knows  
                  
You have rebuked me!  
                  
Signora, pardon us...?  
                  
You have replaced me!  
                  
Please, Signora, we beseech you...  
                  
This hour shall see your darkest fears...  
                  
Signora, sing for us!  
                  
Don't be a martyr  
                  
What new surprises lie in store?
Our star...!  
                  
Would you please give this to Miss Daae?  
                  
Miss Daae  
                  
Your public needs you! We need you, too!  
                  
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?  
                  
Signora, no!  
                  
The world wants you!  
                  
Prima donna first lady of the stage!  
                  
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!  
                  
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?  
                  
Think of how they all adore you!  
                  
Prima donna, enchant us once again!  
                  
Think of your muse... And of the queues round the theatre!  
                  
Can you deny us the triumph in store?  
                  
Sing, prima donna, once more!  
                  
Christine spoke of an angel...  
                  
Prima donna, your song shall live again!  
                  
- Think of your public!
- You took a snub, but there's a public who needs you!  
                  
- She has heard the voice of the angel of music...
- Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!  
                  
Think of their cry of undying support!  
                  
We get our opera  
                  
She gets her limelight!  
                  
Leading ladies are a trial!  
                  
Prima donna, your song shall never die!
You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!  
                  
- Orders! Warnings!Lunatic demands!
- Tears... oaths... lunatic demands are regular occurrences!  
                  
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this!  
                  
Think, before these demands are rejected!  
                  
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl,  
                  
who's gone and slept with the patron?  
                  
Raoul and the soubrette,
entwined in love's duet!  
                  
Although he may deny,  
                  
he must have been with her!  
                  
You'd never get away with all this in a play,  
                  
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue  
                  
it's just the sort of story audiences adore,  
                  
in fact a perfect opera!  
                  
Prima donna the world is at your feet!  
                  
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!  
                  
Light up the stage with that age old rapport!  
                  
Sing, prima donna, once more!  
                  
Oh, go go  
                  
They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame!  
                  
His Lordship, sure, would die of shock  
                  
His Lordship is a laughing-stock!  
                  
Should he suspect her, God protect her!  
                  
Shame! Shame! Shame!  
                  
This faithless lady's bound for HADES!  
                  
Shame! Shame! Shame!  
                  
Serafimo - your disguise is perfect.  
                  
Who can this be?  
                  
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband.  
                  
That's exactly something the public loves  
                  
My love - I am called to England on affairs of State,
and must leave you with your new maid.  
                  
Though I'd happily take the maid with me.  
                  
The old fool is leaving!  
                  
That's the Countess de Cherbourg  
                  
She's invited us to her salon, you know  
                  
Nothing like that will endorse our junk business  
                  
Scrap metal  
                  
Serafimo - away with this pretence!  
                  
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!  
                  
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!  
                  
Haha,Haha...  
                  
Time I tried to get a better better half!  
                  
Poor fool, he doesn't know!  
                  
Hoho, Hoho...  
                  
If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go!  
                  
Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?  
                  
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera...  
                  
It's him  
                  
Your part is silent, little toad!  
                  
A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...  
                  
Serafimo, away with this pretence!  
                  
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my...  
                  
Poor fool, he makes me laugh -  
                  
Hahahahaha!?  
                  
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize,
the performance will continue in ten minutes' time...  
                  
...when the role of the Countess
will be played by Miss Daae.  
                  
Until then, we will crave your
indulgence for a few moments  
                  
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the
ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera.  
                  
what?  
                  
Maestro, the ballet, bring, please  
                  
The ballet  
                  
The ballet, now, please  
                  
One moment, thank you  
                  
Thank you  
                  
You're fired  
                  
Are you alright?  
                  
Raoul, we're not safe here  
                  
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.  
                  
Do not panic.  
                  
It was an accident... simply an accident  
                  
Why have you brought us here?  
                  
Don't take me back there!  
                  
We must return!  
                  
He'll kill me!  
                  
His eyes will find me there!  
                  
Christine, don't say that...  
                  
Those eyes that burn!  
                  
Don't even think it...  
                  
And if he has to kill a thousand men -  
                  
Forget this waking nightmare...  
                  
The Phantom of the Opera will kill...
This phantom is a fable...  
                  
Believe me...
... and kill again!  
                  
There is no Phantom of the Opera...  
                  
My God, who is this man...  
                  
...who hunts to kill...?  
                  
...this mask of death...?  
                  
I can't escape from him...  
                  
Whose is this voice you hear...  
                  
...I never will!  
                  
...with every breath...?  
                  
And in this labyrinth,  
                  
where night is blind  
                  
the Phantom of the Opera is here:  
                  
inside your/my mind...  
                  
There is no Phantom of the Opera...  
                  
Raoul, I've been there -  
                  
to his world of unending night...  
                  
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness...  
                  
darkness...  
                  
Raoul, I've seen him!  
                  
Can I ever forget that sight?  
                  
Can I ever escape from that face?  
                  
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face  
                  
in that darkness...  
                  
darkness...  
                  
But his voice filled my spirit  
                  
with a strange, sweet sound...  
                  
In that night there was music in my mind...  
                  
And through music my soul began to soar!  
                  
And I heard as I'd never heard before...  
                  
What you heard was a dream and nothing more...  
                  
Yet in his eyes  
                  
all the sadness of the world...  
                  
Those pleading eyes,  
                  
that both threaten and adore...  
                  
Christine...  
                  
Christine...  
                  
Christine...  
                  
No more talk of darkness,  
                  
Forget these wide-eyed fears.  
                  
I'm here, nothing can harm you -  
                  
my words will warm and calm you.  
                  
Let me be your freedom,  
                  
let daylight dry your tears.  
                  
I'm here with you, beside you,  
                  
to guard you and to guide you...  
                  
Say you love me every waking moment,  
                  
turn my head with talk of summertime...  
                  
Say you need me with you now and always...
 
                  
Promise me that all you say is true
                  
that's all I ask of you...
                  
Let me be your shelter, let me be your light.
                  
You're safe: No one will find you
                  
your fears are far behind you...
                  
All I want is freedom,
                  
a world with no more night... and you,
                  
always beside me, to hold me and to hide me...
                  
Then say you'll share with me 
                  
one love, one lifetime... 
                  
let me lead you from your solitude... 
                  
Say you need me with you here, beside you... 
                  
anywhere you go, let me go too 
                  
Christine, that's all I ask of you... 
                  
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... 
                  
say the word and I will follow you... 
                  
Share each day with me, 
                  
each night, each morning... 
                  
Say you love me...
You know I do... 
                  
Love me - that's all I ask of you... 
                  
Anywhere you go let me go too... 
                  
Love me - that's all I ask of you... 
                  
I must go 
                  
They'll wonder where I am 
                  
Come with me, Raoul 
                  
Christine, I love you 
                  
Order your fine horses! 
                  
Be with them at the door! 
                  
And soon you'll be beside me! 
                  
You'll guard me, and you'll guide me... 
                  
I gave you my music... 
                  
made your song take wing... 
                  
and now how you've repaid me: 
                  
denied me and betrayed me... 
                  
He was bound to love you 
                  
when he heard you sing... 
                  
Christine... 
                  
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... 
                  
say the word and I will follow you... 
                  
Share each day with me, 
                  
each night, each morning... 
                  
You will curse the day you did not do 
                  
all that the Phantom asked of you...! 
                  
"Bal Masque" 
                  
M'sieur Andre? 
                  
M'sieur Firmin? 
                  
Dear Andre, what a splendid party! 
                  
The prologue to a bright new year! 
                  
Quite a night! I'm impressed! 
                  
Well, one does one's best... 
                  
Here's to us! The toast for the city 
                  
What a pity that 'Phantom' can't be here. 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Paper faces on parade... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Hide your face, so the world will never find you! 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Every face a different shade.. 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Look around - 
                  
there's another mask behind you! 
                  
Flash of mauve.. Splash of puce... 
                  
Fool and king... Ghoul and goose... 
                  
Green and black... Queen and priest... 
                  
Trace and rouge... Face of beast... 
                  
Faces... 
                  
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round... 
                  
in an inhuman race... 
                  
Eye of gold... Thigh of blue... 
                  
True is false... Who is who...? 
                  
Crul of lip... Swirl of gown... 
                  
Ace of hearts... Face of clown... 
                  
Faces... 
                  
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned 
                  
in the light... 
                  
in the sound... 
                  
But who can name the face... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Grinning yellows, spinning reds... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Take your fill - 
                  
let the spectacle astound you! 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Burning glances, turning heads... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Seething shadows, breathing lies... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
You can fool any friend who ever knew you! 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Leering satyrs, peering eyes... 
                  
Masquerade! 
                  
Run and hide - 
                  
but a face will still pursue you! 
                  
What a night! 
                  
What a crowd! 
                  
Makes you glad! 
                  
Makes you proud!  
                  
All the creme de la creme!  
                  
Watching us watching them!
And all our fears are in the past!  
                  
Six months...  
                  
Of relief!  
                  
Of delight!  
                  
Of Elysian peace!  
                  
And we can breathe at last!
No more notes!  
                  
No more ghosts!  
                  
Here's a health!  
                  
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!  
                  
To the new chandelier!  
                  
to the hear  
                  
And may its splendour never
fade! Six months! What a joy!  
                  
What a change!  
                  
What a blessed release!  
                  
And what a masquerade!  
                  
Think of it! A secret engagement!  
                  
Look - your future bride!  
                  
Just think of it!  
                  
But why is it secret?  
                  
What have we to hide?  
                  
You promised me  
                  
No, Raoul, please don't do this  
                  
Well, let them see  
                  
It's an engagement, not a crime!  
                  
Christine, What are you afraid of?  
                  
Let's not argue...
Let's not argue...  
                  
Please pretend...
I can only hope I'll...  
                  
You will...  
                  
...understand in time...  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Paper faces on parade!  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Every face a different shade!  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Look around -  
                  
There's another mask behind you!  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Burning glances turning heads...  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Grinning yellows, spinning reds...  
                  
Masquerade!  
                  
Take your fill -  
                  
let the spectacle astound you!  
                  
Why so silent, good messieurs?  
                  
Did you think that I had left you for good?  
                  
Have you missed me, good messieurs?  
                  
I have written you an opera!  
                  
Here I bring the finished score  
                  
"Don Juan Triumphant"!  
                  
Fondest greetings to you all!  
                  
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts:  
                  
Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick  
                  
of strutting round the stage.  
                  
Our Don Juan must lose some weight -  
                  
it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age.  
                  
And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts.  
                  
As for our star, Miss Christine Daae...  
                  
No doubt she'll do her best - it's true her voice is good.  
                  
She knows, though, should she wish to excel  
                  
she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me  
                  
Her teacher, her teacher...  
                  
Your chains are still mine  
                  
You belong to me  
                  
Madame Giry. Madame Giry...  
                  
Please, Monsieur, I know no more than anyone else.  
                  
That's not true.  
                  
Monsieur, don't ask, there have been too many accidents  
                  
Accidents? Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes...  
                  
Very well.  
                  
It was years ago.  
                  
There was a travelling fair in the city.  
                  
Gypsies  
                  
I was very young, studying to be a ballerina  
                  
One of many  
                  
Living in the dormitory of the opera house  
                  
Come, come, come inside  
                  
Come and see the devil's child  
                  
? the devil's child  
                  
Devil's child  
                  
Murder, murder  
                  
Which way?  
                  
...way  
                  
I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty is  
                  
He has known nothing else of life since then  
                  
Except this opera house  
                  
It was his playground and now his artistic domain  
                  
He's a genius, he's an architect and designer  
                  
He's a composer and a magician  
                  
A genius, monsieur  
                  
But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness  
                  
Monsieur  
                  
Ou vas tu, mademoiselle?  
                  
The cemetery  
                  
To my father's grave, please  
                  
Where have they gone?  
                  
Oh, the cemetery  
                  
In sleep he sang to me  
                  
In dreams he came  
                  
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name  
                  
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing  
                  
Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.  
                  
Her father promised her...  
                  
Her father promised her  
                  
You were once my one companion...  
                  
you were all that mattered...  
                  
You were once a friend and father -  
                  
then my world was shattered...  
                  
Wishing you were somehow here again...  
                  
wishing you were somehow near...  
                  
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,  
                  
somehow you would be here...  
                  
Wishing I could hear your voice again...  
                  
knowing that I never would...  
                  
Dreaming of you won't help me to do,  
                  
all that you dreamed I could!  
                  
Passing bells and sculpted angels,  
                  
cold and monumental.  
                  
Seem, for you, the wrong companions,  
                  
you were warm and gentle.  
                  
Too many years fighting back tears,  
                  
why can't the past just die!  
                  
Wishing you were somehow here again,  
                  
knowing we must say goodbye!  
                  
Try to forgive, teach me to live!  
                  
Give me the strength to try!  
                  
No more memories, no more silent tears!  
                  
No more gazing across the wasted years!  
                  
Help me say goodbye...  
                  
help me say goodbye!  
                  
Wandering child,  
                  
So lost, so helpless  
                  
Yearning for my guidance  
                  
Angel or father?  
                  
Friend or phantom?  
                  
Who is it there, staring?  
                  
Have you forgotten your Angel?  
                  
Angel, oh, speak  
                  
What endless longings  
                  
Echo in this whisper  
                  
Too long you've wandered in winter  
                  
Far from my fathering gaze  
                  
Wildly my mind beats against you  
                  
You resist  
                  
Yet your/the soul obeys...  
                  
Angel of Music!  
                  
You denied me/I denied you  
                  
Turning from true beauty  
                  
Angel of Music!  
                  
Do not shun me/My protector  
                  
Come to me/your strange Angel...  
                  
I am your Angel of Music...  
                  
Come to me; Angel of Music
No, Christine, wait!  
                  
Wait!  
                  
Raoul!  
                  
Whatever you believe,  
                  
this man - this thing - is not your father!  
                  
No, Raoul, no  
                  
Not like this  
                  
Now, let it be war upon you both!  
                  
We have all been blind  
                  
And yet the answer is staring us in the face  
                  
This could be the chance  
                  
To ensnare our clever friend  
                  
We're listening...  
                  
Go on.  
                  
We shall play his game  
                  
Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace  
                  
For if Miss Daae sings  
                  
He is certain to attend  
                  
We are certain the doors are barred  
                  
We are certain the police are there  
                  
We are certain they're armed  
                  
The curtain falls  
                  
His reign will end!  
                  
Raoul, I'm frightened...  
                  
Don't make me do this  
                  
Raoul, it scares me,  
                  
Don't put me through this ordeal by fire.  
                  
He'll take me, I know  
                  
We'll be parted forever...  
                  
He won't let me go.  
                  
What I once used to dream, I now dread.  
                  
If he finds me, it won't ever end.  
                  
And he'll always be there,  
                  
singing songs in my head...  
                  
He'll always be there,  
                  
singing songs in my head...  
                  
You said yourself,  
                  
He was nothing but a man...  
                  
Yet while he lives,  
                  
He will haunt us 'til we're dead.  
                  
Twisted every way  
                  
What answer can I give?  
                  
Am I to risk my life  
                  
To win the chance to live?  
                  
Can I betray the man  
                  
Who once inspired my voice?  
                  
Do I become his prey?  
                  
Do I have any choice?  
                  
He kills without a thought  
                  
He murders all that's good  
                  
I know I can't refuse...  
                  
And yet, I wish I could  
                  
Oh God, if I agree  
                  
What horrors wait for me  
                  
In this, the Phantom's opera  
                  
Christine, Christine  
                  
Don't think that I don't care  
                  
But every hope, and every prayer  
                  
rests on you now  
                  
Seal my fate tonight  
                  
I hate to have to cut the fun short  
                  
But the joke's wearing thin  
                  
Let the audience in  
                  
Let my opera begin!  
                  
"Don Juan"  
                  
Here the sire may serve the dam,  
                  
here the master takes his meat!  
                  
Here the sacrificial lamb  
                  
utters one despairing bleat!  
                  
Poor young maiden! For the thrill  
                  
on your tongue of stolen sweets  
                  
you will have to pay the bill -  
                  
tangled in the winding sheets!  
                  
Serve the meal and serve the maid!  
                  
Serve the meal and serve the maid  
                  
Serve the master so that, when  
                  
tables, plans and maids are laid,  
                  
Don Juan triumphs once again!  
                  
Passarino, faithful friend,  
                  
once again recite the plan.  
                  
Your young guest believes I'm you -  
                  
I, the master, you, the man  
                  
When you met you wore my cloak,  
                  
she cannot see your face.  
                  
She believes she dines with me,  
                  
in her master's borrowed place!  
                  
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,  
                  
stealing what, in truth, is mine.  
                  
When it's late and modesty  
                  
starts to mellow, with the wine...  
                  
You come home! I use your voice -  
                  
slam the door like crack of doom!  
                  
I shall say: "come - hide with me!  
                  
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"  
                  
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!  
                  
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.  
                  
Conquest is assured,  
                  
if I do not forget myself and laugh...  
                  
No thoughts  
                  
within her head,  
                  
but thoughts of joy!  
                  
No dreams  
                  
within her heart  
                  
but dreams of love!  
                  
Master?  
                  
Passarino - go away!  
                  
For the trap is set and waits for its prey...  
                  
You have come here  
                  
in pursuit of your deepest urge,  
                  
in pursuit of that wish,  
                  
which till now has been silent,  
                  
silent...  
                  
I have brought you,  
                  
that our passions may fuse and merge -  
                  
in your mind  
                  
you've already succumbed to me  
                  
dropped all defences  
                  
completely succumbed to me -  
                  
now you are here with me:  
                  
no second thoughts,  
                  
you've decided,  
                  
decided...  
                  
Past the point of no return -  
                  
no backward glances:  
                  
Our games of make-believe are at an end  
                  
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -  
                  
no use resisting:  
                  
abandon thought,  
                  
and let the dream descend...  
                  
What raging fire shall flood the soul  
                  
What rich desire unlocks its door  
                  
What sweet seduction lies before us?  
                  
Past the point of no return  
                  
The final threshold  
                  
What warm unspoken secrets  
                  
Will we learn  
                  
beyond the point of no return?  
                  
You have brought me  
                  
To that moment when words run dry  
                  
To that moment when speech disappears  
                  
Into silence  
                  
Silence.  
                  
I have come here,  
                  
Hardly knowing the reason why  
                  
In my mind I've already imagined  
                  
Our bodies entwining  
                  
Defenseless and silent,  
                  
Now I am here with you  
                  
No second thoughts  
                  
I've decided  
                  
Decided.  
                  
Past the point of no return  
                  
No going back now  
                  
Our passion-play has now at last begun.  
                  
Past all thought of right or wrong  
                  
One final question  
                  
How long should we two wait before we're one?  
                  
When will the blood begin to race  
                  
The sleeping bud burst into bloom  
                  
When will the flames at last consume us?  
                  
Past the point of no return  
                  
The final threshold  
                  
The bridge is crossed  
                  
So stand and watch it burn  
                  
We've passed the point of no return.  
                  
Say you'll share with me  
                  
One love, one lifetime  
                  
Lead me, save me from my solitude  
                  
Say you'll want me  
                  
With you here  
                  
Beside you  
                  
Anywhere you go  
                  
Let me go too  
                  
Christine that's all I ask of...  
                  
Go!  
                  
Oh,?  
                  
You left before me  
                  
Oh my God  
                  
We'll run, Andre, run  
                  
Where did he take her?  
                  
Come with me, monsieur  
                  
I will take you to him  
                  
But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes  
                  
I'll go with you  
                  
No, Meg, you must stay here  
                  
Come with me, monsieur  
                  
No!  
                  
Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair  
                  
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind  
                  
Down that path into darkness,  
                  
deep as hell  
                  
Why, you ask,  
                  
was I bound and chained  
                  
in this cold and dismal place?  
                  
Not for any mortal sin  
                  
but the wickedness of my abhorrent face  
                  
Track down this murderer  
                  
He must be found  
                  
Track down this murderer  
                  
He must be found  
                  
Hounded out by everyone  
                  
Met with hatred everywhere  
                  
No kind words from anyone  
                  
No compassion anywhere  
                  
Christine  
                  
Why, why...?  
                  
Your hand at the level of your eyes  
                  
This is as far as I dare go  
                  
Thank you  
                  
Have you gorged yourself at last in your lust for blood?  
                  
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?  
                  
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood  
                  
Has also denied me the joys of the flesh...  
                  
This face, the infection which poisons our love...  
                  
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing  
                  
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing  
                  
Pity comes too late  
                  
Turn around and face your fate  
                  
An eternity of this before your eyes  
                  
This haunted face holds no horror for me now  
                  
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies  
                  
Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest  
                  
Sir!
- Raoul!  
                  
This is indeed an unparalleled delight  
                  
I had rather hoped that you would come  
                  
And now my wish comes true  
                  
You have truly made my night!
Let me go!  
                  
Free her  
                  
Do what you like, only free her  
                  
Have you no pity?  
                  
Your lover makes a passionate plea  
                  
Please, Raoul, it's useless  
                  
I love her  
                  
Does that mean nothing?  
                  
I love her  
                  
Show some compassion  
                  
The world showed no compassion to me!  
                  
Christine...  
                  
Let me see her  
                  
Be my guest, sir...  
                  
Monsieur, I bid you welcome  
                  
Did you think that I would harm her?  
                  
Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours?  
                  
Order your fine horses now  
                  
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes  
                  
Nothing can save you now, except perhaps Christine  
                  
Start a new life with me  
                  
Buy his freedom with your love!  
                  
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death!  
                  
This is the choice,  
                  
This is the point of no return!  
                  
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate,  
                  
Grow cold and turn to tears of hate  
                  
Christine, forgive me, please forgive me  
                  
I did it all for you, and all for nothing...  
                  
Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend  
                  
We had such hopes, and now those hopes are shattered
Too late for turning back, Too late for prayers and useless pity  
                  
Say you love him, and my life is over!
All hope of cries for help, No point in fighting  
                  
For either way you choose, You cannot win
Either way you choose, he has to win  
                  
So do you end your days with me  
                  
Or do you send him to his grave?  
                  
Why make her lie to you to save me?  
                  
Angel of Music...
Past the point of no return...  
                  
Christine say no!
Who deserved this?  
                  
Don't throw your life away for my sake!
The final threshold...  
                  
His life is now the prize which you must earn!
Why do you curse mercy?  
                  
I fought so hard to free you...  
                  
Angel of Music... you deceived me
You've passed the point of no return!  
                  
I gave you my mind blindly  
                  
You try my patience,  
                  
Make your choice!  
                  
Pitiful creature of darkness,  
                  
What kind of life have you known?  
                  
God give me courage to show you,  
                  
You are not alone...  
                  
Track down this murderer, he must be found!
Take her, forget me,  
                  
Forget all of this...  
                  
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Leave me alone - forget all you've seen...  
                  
Go now - don't let them find you!  
                  
Take the boat, swear to me, never to tell  
                  
The secret you know, of the angel in hell!  
                  
Go now - go now and leave me!  
                  
Masquerade  
                  
Paper faces on parade...  
                  
Masquerade  
                  
Hide your face so the world will never find you...  
                  
Christine, I love you...  
                  
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime  
                  
Say the word and I will follow you...  
                  
Share each day with me, each night, each morning...  
                  
You alone, can make my song take flight  
                  
It's over now, the music of the night  
                  
"Countess de Chagny
Beloved wife and mother"  
                  
"Chrisine     -    "  
                  
Child of the wilderness  
                  
Born into emptiness  
                  
Learn to be lonely  
                  
Learn to find your way in darkness  
                  
Who will be there for you  
                  
Comfort and care for you  
                  
Learn to be lonely  
                  
Learn to be your one companion  
                  
Never dreamed out in the world  
                  
There are arms to hold you?  
                  
You've always known  
                  
Your heart was on its own  
                  
So laugh in your loneliness  
                  
Child of the wilderness  
                  
Learn to be lonely  
                  
Learn how to love life that is lived alone  
                  
Learn to be lonely  
                  
Life can be lived  
                  
Life can be loved  
                  
Alone.

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