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