Past the point of no return, No backward glances, Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thoughts of “if” or “when” No use resisting, Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging FIRE shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it's door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, The final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets Will we learn Beyond the point of no return? I do NOT own Phantom of The Opera (sadly) and I only own Ruelle. Cover by @BOOkcovers4YoU237
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