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The Music of the Night
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BEYOND THE LAKE THE NEXT MORNING
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(Finally they arrive in the PHANTOM'S lair. Downstage
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the candles in the lake lift up revealing giant
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candelabrums outlining the space. The boat turns into a
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bed. There is a huge pipe organ. The PHANTOM sits at
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the organ and takes over the accompaniment)
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PHANTOM
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I have brought you
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to the seat of sweet
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music's throne . . .
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to this kingdom
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where all must pay
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homage to music . . .
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music . . .
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You have come here,
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for one purpose,
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and one alone . . .
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Since the moment
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I first heard you sing,
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I have needed
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you with me,
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to serve me, to sing,
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for my music . . .
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my music . . .
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(changing mood)
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Night-time sharpens,
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heightens each sensation . . .
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Darkness stirs and
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wakes imagination . . .
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Silently the senses
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abandon their defences . . .
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Slowly, gently
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night unfurls its splendour . . .
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Grasp it, sense it -
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tremulous and tender . . .
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Turn your face away
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from the garish light of day,
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turn your thoughts away
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from cold, unfeeling light -
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and listen to
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the music of the night . . .
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Close your eyes
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and surrender to your
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darkest dreams!
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Purge your thoughts
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of the life
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you knew before!
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Close your eyes,
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let your spirit
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start to soar!
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And you'll live
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as you've never
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lived before . . .
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Softly, deftly,
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music shall surround you . . .
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Feel it, hear it,
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closing in around you . . .
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Open up your mind,
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let your fantasies unwind,
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in this darkness which
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you know you cannot fight -
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the darkness of
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the music of the night . . .
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Let your mind
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start a journey through a
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strange new world!
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Leave all thoughts
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of the world
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you knew before!
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Let your soul
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Take you where you
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long to be !
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Only then
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can you belong
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to me . . .
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Floating, falling,
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sweet intoxication!
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Touch me, trust me
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savour each sensation!
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Let the dream begin,
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let your darker side give in
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to the power of the music that I write -
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the power of the music of the night . . .
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(During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned
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CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers
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are brave enough to stray to his mask and caress it, with
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no hint of removing it. The PHANTOM leads her to a
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large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in
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which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax-
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face impression, wearing a wedding gown. CHRISTINE
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moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts
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its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The
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PHANTOM catches her and carries her to the bed, where
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he lays her down.)
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PHANTOM
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You alone can make my song take flight -
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help me make the music of the night . . .
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I Remember [ Top ]
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THE NEXT MORNING
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(As the light brightens, we see the PHANTOM seated at
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the organ playing with furious concentration. He breaks
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off occasionally to write the music down. There is a
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musical box in the shape of a barrel organ beside the bed.
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Mysteriously, it plays as CHRISTINE
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wakes up. The music keeps her in a half-trance)
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CHRISTINE
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I remember
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there was mist . . .
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swirling mist
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upon a vast, glassy lake . . .
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There were candles
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all around
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and on the lake there
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was a boat,
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and in the boat
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there was a man . . .
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(She rises and approaches the PHANTOM who does not
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see her As she reaches for his mask, he turns, almost
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catching her. This happens several times)
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Who was that shape
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in the shadows?
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Whose is the face
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in the mask?
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(She finally succeeds in tearing the mask from his face.
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The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously.
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She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as he is
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standing in profile and in shadow)
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PHANTOM
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Damn you!
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You little prying
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Pandora!
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You little demon -
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is this what you wanted to see?
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Curse you!
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You little Iying
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Delilah!
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You little viper!
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now you cannot ever be free!
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Damn you . . .
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Curse you . . .
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(a pause)
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The Music of the Night
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| Phantom Of The Opera |
