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That night left scars

Carlotta ill, Christine disappeared

Raoul’s sorrow reached new heights

He found solace in the opium pipe

In the midst of silence he stood

The pale night and his heart grew cold.

Just twenty one

He thought of death and the pain it would end

As he held the noose she sent for him

At the masked ball we will meet my friend

The kindness quickly rekindled his hope

to find out about a truth untold.

Like snow on the first day of spring

His hate disappeared

He donned a suit of silken white

And chased the remnants in his tar stained pipe

As a storm crawled close he slipped into the hall

By the staircase she took him by the hand

Afraid of losing her in the crushing waves of madness.

In the wake of his guide his grudge gone when he saw

Gruesome gold letters mark the red death stalking abroad.