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Little Lotte, let her mind wander? You remember that, too |
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Little Lotte thought, am I fonder of dolls or of goblins, of shoes? |
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Or of riddles, of frock? Those picnics in the attic, or of chocolates? |
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Father playing the violin as we read to each other dark stories of the north |
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"No what I love best", Lotte said, "Is when I?m asleep in my bed |
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And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head? |
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The Angel of Music sings song in my head?" |
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Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! |
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Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph! |
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Angel! I hear you! Speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me! |
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Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me, enter at last, master! |
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Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! |
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Look at your face in the mirror, I am there, inside! |
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Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! |
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Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel |
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I am your angel, come to me Angel of Music |
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Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? |
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I am your Angel of Music come to me Angel of Music |
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Christine! Angel! |
