*RAOUL*
"Little Lotte let her mind wander..."


*CHRISTINE*
You remember that, too...


*RAOUL*
"... Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls..."


*BOTH*
"... or of goblins, of shoes..."


*CHRISTINE*
"... or of riddles, of frocks..."


*RAOUL*
Those picnics in the attic...
"... or of chocolates..."


*CHRISTINE*
Father playing the violin...


*RAOUL*
As we read to each other dark stories of the North...


*CHRISTINE*
"No - what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!"


*BOTH*
"... the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!"


*PHANTOM'S VOICE*
Insolent boy"
This slave
of fashion,
basking in your
glory!

Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!


*CHRISTINE*
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen...
stay by my side,
guide me!

Angel, my soul was
weak -
forgive me...
enter at last,
Master!


*PHANTOM'S VOICE*
Flattering child,
you shalt know me,
see why in shadows
I hide!

Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!


*CHRISTINE*
Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide
no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...


*PHANTOM'S VOICE*
I am your Angel...
Come to me: Angel of Music...


*RAOUL*
Whose is that voice...?
Who is that in there...?


*PHANTOM'S VOICE*
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me: Angel of Music...


*RAOUL*
Christine! Angel!