Have seen roses as red as blood?
Heart filled sorrows dont they flood?
Tied with a ribbon as black as death,
The sight of his face will catch your breath.
A mask as pale and white as snow,
Hides what he would not show.
His face,a terridle sight will haunt,
Yet his voice,a clear and distant taunt
Christine,Christine,a young,young girl,
Captured by his deathly hurl,
Must see the future,what lies ahead,
Or her love will soon be dead.
He murders left,he murders right,
He disappears right out of sight.
His name brings much,much fear,
When someone says,"The Phantom's here!
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