On a bitter winters night Christine had visited her father who had passed away in the cemetery, mourning over him, she sang a cogent song, singing the lines of " 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, 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". Shortly after, a sympathetic voice appeared, it was the Phantom's. He spoke "Wandering child so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance." Then in a luscious duet they both spoke; Christine:Angel or father, friend or phantom, who is it there, staring? Phantom: Have you forgotten your Angel? Christine: Angel, oh, speak what endless longings, echo in this whisper! Phantom:Too long you've wandered in winter far from my fathering gaze.. Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you... Phantom: You resist... Phantom/Christine:Yet your/the soul obeys... Phantom/Christine:Angel of Music, You/I denied me/you! Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music! Do not shun me/My protector! Come to your/me strange Angel..."
