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Christine: Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. |
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Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. |
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Her father promised her... |
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Her father promised her... |
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You were once my one companion, |
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You were all that mattered. |
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You were once a friend and father, |
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Then my world was shattered. |
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Wishing you were somehow here again, |
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Wishing you were somehow near. |
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Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, |
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Somehow you would be here. |
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Wishing I could hear your voice again, |
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Knowing that I never would. |
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Dreaming of you won't help me to do, |
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All that you dreamed I could! |
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Passing bells and sculpted angels, |
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Cold and monumental. |
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Seem, for you, the wrong companions, |
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You were warm and gentle. |
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Too many years fighting back tears, |
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Why can't the past just die! |
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Wishing you were somehow here again, |
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Knowing we must say goodbye! |
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Try to forgive, teach me to live! |
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Give me the strength to try! |
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No more memories, no more silent tears! |
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No more gazing across the wasted years! |
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Help me say goodbye |
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Help me say goodbye... |
