...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 . . .
(He holds out his hand for the mask, which she gives to him. He puts it on...)
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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 . . .
(He holds out his hand for the mask, which she gives to him. He puts it on...)
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