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She truly is my angel of music. She makes me heart soar whenever I see her beautiful face. When I hear her heavenly voice, I know that she is the one to save me from my loneliness. I love her.
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In the dark, my heart heard music
Before I met her, the only thing I knew was music. It controlled me and claimed me. But now just one conversation with her, my good pupil, I know she is special. If she could just see past my mask, then I can experience love. An emotion that lies deep, buried within my heart.
I longed to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could feel the music
Then at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry "I hear you;
I hear your fears,
Your torment and your tears."
With her love, together we could be so happy. I will have my angel to cherish all of my life. She would thrive in the opera house. I could follow all of her triumphs and celebrate with her.
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
Christine, my dear, you are my angel. I love you.
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