I gave you my music, made your song take wing
And
Bravi, bravi, bravissimi
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really,
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to
Raoul:(Spoken)
Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, "Am
Firmin: (Spoken)
Monsieur Andre!
Andre: (Spoken)
Monsieur Firmin!
Firmin:
In sleep he sang to me in dreams he came
That
André and Firmin-
Prima donna,
first lady of the stage!
Your devotees
are
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You