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“Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Love me - that's all I ask of you.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Say you'll love me every waking moment.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“RAOUL:
Free her!
Do what you like,
only free her!
Have you no pity?

PHANTOM:
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!

CHRISTINE:
Please, Raoul, it's useless...

RAOUL:
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion...

PHANTOM:
The world showed no
compassion to me!”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and live, as you never lived before!”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Christine; that's all I ask of you.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Wildly my Mind beats against you, but my soul obeys.”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“You were once my one companion,
You were all that mattered.
You were once a friend and father,
Then my world was shattered.

Wishing you were somehow here again,
Wishing you were somehow near.
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
Somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again,
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won’t help me to do
All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle

Too many years fighting back tears
Why cant the past just die
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years

Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Close your eyes and let music set you free.”
― Charles Hart

“So do you end your days with me, or do you send him to his grave”
― Charles Hart, The Phantom of the Opera: Sheet Music Piano/Vocal

“Why didn’t you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as little as me?’
‘Well, Pip,’ said Joe, taking up the poker, and settling himself to his usual occupation when he was thoughtful, of slowly raking the fire between the lower bars; ‘I’ll tell you. My father, Pip, he were given to drink, and when he were overtook with drink, he hammered away at my mother, most onmerciful. It were a’most the only hammering he did, indeed, ‘xcepting at myself. And he hammered at me with a wigour only to be equaled by the wigour with which he didn’t hammer at his anwil. – You’re a-listening and understanding Pip?’
‘Yes, Joe.’
‘’Consequence, my mother and me we ran away from my father, several times; and then my mother she’d go out to work, and she’d say, “Joe,” she’d say, “now, please God, you shall have some schooling, child,” and she’d put me to school. But my father were that good in his hart that he couldn’t abear to be without us. So he’d come with a most tremenjous crowd, and make such a row at the doors of the houses where we was, that they used to be obligated to have no more to do with us and to give us up to him. And then he took us home and hammered us. Which, you see, Pip,’ said Joe, pausing in his meditative raking of the fire and looking at me, ‘were a drawback on my learning.’

Chapter 7”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations