Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care,
But every hope and every prayer rests on you now.
Let's see Monsieur how far you dare go.
hide your face so the world will never find you
Trista Moldovan, Lerouxified.
Requested by Anonymous!
the phantom, the soprano, and the vicomte
Let me be your freedom.
Masquerade! Run and hide- but a face will still pursue you.
If Christine won’t, then no-one can.
Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend
We had such hopes, and now those hopes are shattered