Bravi, bravi, bravissimi Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you were perfect I only wish I knew your secret Who is this new tutor? Father once spoke of an angel I used to dream he'd appear Now as I see, I can sense him And I know he is here Here in this room he calls me softly Somewhere inside I dig Somehow I know he's always with me Vivien's seen genius Christine, you must have been dreaming Stories like this can't come true Christine, you're talking in riddles And it's not like you Angel of music, guide and guardian Grant to me your glory Angel of music, I no longer Secret and strange angel It's with me, Vivien Your hands are cold Your face, Christine, it's white It frightens me Don't be frightened
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