No One Would Listen Lyrics

No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears.

Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In my dark, my heart heard music

I long to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could hear the music

Then, at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry "I hear you"
I hear your fears
Your torment and your tears

She saw my lonliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears

No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears...

Notes / Prima Donna

"Mystery after gala night,"
if says, "Mystery of soprano's flight!"

"Mystified baffled Surete say,
we are mystified - we suspect foul play!"
Bad news on soprano scene - first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold gossip's worth its weight in gold ...

What a way to run a business!
Spare me these unending trials!
Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel -
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!

D***able!
Will they all walk out?
This is d***able!

Andre, please don't shout ...

It's publicity!
And the take is vast!
Free publicity!

But we have no cast ...

But Andre, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one too ..."Dear Andre what a charming gala!
Christine enjoyed a great success!
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left - otherwise
the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by return of post Q P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"

Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain!

These are both signed "O.G." ...

Who the h*** is he?
Opera ghost!
It's really not amusing
He's abusing our position!

In addition he wants money
He's a funny sort of spectre ...
... to expect a large retainer!
Nothing plainer - he is clearly quite insane!
Where is she?

You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daae - where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want an answer -
I take it that you sent me this note?
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not!
Don't look at us!

She's not with you, then?

Of course not!
We're in the dark ...
Monsieur, don't argue -
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? Written !

"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music has her under his wing.
Make no attempt to see her again."
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back!
Your precious patron - where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent!
And did you send it?
Of course not!
As if he would!
You didn't send it?
Of course not!
What's going on ...?
You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent ? !
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.
Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place."
Far too many notes for my taste - and most of them about Christine!
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name ...
Miss Daae has returned
I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned.
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that she went home ...She needed rest
May I see her?
No, monsieur, she will see no-one.
Will she sing?
Will she sing?

Here, I have a note ...
Let me see it!
Please!
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature,
detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one last chance . . ."
Christine Daae has returned to you,
and I am anxious her career should progress.
In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess.
The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is silent -
which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.

I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five,
which will be kept empty for me.
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
"I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."
Christine!
Whatever next ...?
It's all a ploy to help Christine!
This is insane ...
I know who sent this:The Vicomte - her lover!
Indeed? Can you believe this?
Signora!
O traditori!This is a joke!
This changes nothing!
O mentitori!
Signora!
You are our star!
And always will be!
Signora ...
The man is mad!
We don't take orders!
Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role ...
Carlotta will be playing the lead!
It's useless trying to appease me!
You're only saying this to please me!
Signori, e vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire !
Lasciatemi morire!
O padre mio!
Dio!
Who scorn his word, beware to those ...

You have reviled me!

The angel sees, the angel knows ...Why did Christine fly from my arms ...?
You have rebuked me!
Signora, pardon us ...

You have replaced me!
Please, Signora, we beseech you ...

This hour shall see your darkest fears ...
I must see her ...
Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!
The angel knows, the angel hears ...

Where did she go ...?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, sing for us!
Don't be a martyr ...What new surprises lie in store ...?
Our star ...!
Non vo' cantar!
Your public needs you!We need you, too!
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?
Signora, no! the world wants you! Prima donna first lady of the stage!
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you !

Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you!

Prima donna, enchant us once again!

Think of your muse ...And of the queues round the theatre!

Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!
Christine spoke of an angel ...

Prima donna your song shall live again
You took a snub but there's a public who needs you!

She has heard the voice of the angel of music
Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!
Think of their cry of undying support !

Is this her angel of music ...?
We get our opera She gets her limelight!
Follow where the limelight
leads you!
Is this ghost an angel or a madman ...?
Angel or madman ...?
Leading ladies are a trial!
Heaven help you, those who doubt ...
You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!

Orders! Warnings!
Lunatic demands!
This miscasting will invite damnation ...Tears ... oaths ...
Iunatic demands are regular occurrences!
Bliss or damnation?
Which has claimed her ...?
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
Oh fools, to have flouted his warningsSurely, for her sake ...
Surely he'll strike back ...Surely there'll be further scenes - worse than this!
Think, before these demands are rejected!
... I must see these demands are rejected!


... if his threats and demands are rejected

Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl,
who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet!
Although he may demur, he must have been with her!
Christine must be protected!
fortunata!
Non ancor abbandonata!
You'd never get away with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!

His game is overThis is a game you cannot hope to win!
And in Box Five a new game will begin ...For, if his curse is on this opera ...
But if his curse is on this opera ...
Prima donna the world is at your feet!
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!
The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna!
Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes!
Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note, in search of perfect opera!
... then I fear the outcome ...

Christine plays the Pageboy, Carlotta plays the Countess ...

... should you dare to ...... when you once again ...

Light up the stage with that age old rapport!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met,
a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!

Once more!

 Past The Point Of No Return

Past the point of no return
No backward glances
the games we've played till now are at an end
Past all thought 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 its 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?

CHRISTINE: You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence.

I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I’ve already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent,
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I’ve decided
Decided.

Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun.

Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we’re one?

When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last consume us?

BOTH: Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We’ve passed the point of no return.


PHANTOM: Say you’ll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude

Say you want me
With you here
Beside you
Anywhere you go
Let me go too
Christine that’s all I ask of…

Phantom Of The Opera

Christine:
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

Phantom:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind

Christine:
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

Phantom:
It's me they hear

Both:
My/Your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind

Chorus:
Is that the phantom of the opera?
Beware the phantom of the opera

Phantom:
In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery

Christine:
Were both in you

Both:
And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the opera is here/there

Christine:
Inside my mind

Phantom:
Sing, my Angel of Music!

CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera...

Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh / Il Muto

They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame!
His Lordship, sure, would die of shock
His Lordship is a laughing-stock!
Should he suspect her, God protect her!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
This faithless lady's bound for HADES!
Shame! Shame!! Shame!
Serafimo - your disguise is perfect.
Who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband.
My love - I am called to England on affairs of State, and must leave you with your new maid.
Though I'd happily take the maid with me.
The old fool's leaving!
Serafimo - away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Haha, Haha...
Time I tried to get a better better half!
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
Hoho, Hoho...
If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go!
Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ...
It's him
Your part is silent, little toad!
PHANTOM:
A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad ...

Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my ...
Poor fool, he makes me laugh -
Hahahahaha!
Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize, the performance will continue in ten minutes' time ...
... when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Christine Daae.
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera.
Are you alright?
Raoul, we're not safe here
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic.
It was an accident ... simply an accident.

Prologue

AUCTIONEER
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster
for this house's production of "Hannibal" by
Chalumeau.
PORTER
Showing here.

AUCTIONEER
Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid.
Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight.
Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul,
Vicomte de Chagny.
Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human
skulls from the 1831 production of "Robert le
Diable" by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten,
thank you. Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you,
sir Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your
number, sir?
665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache
musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian
robes playing the cymbals. This item,
discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in
working order.
PORTER (holding it up)
Showing here. (He sets it in motion)

AUCTIONEER
My I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then?
Fifteen I am bid.
(the bidding continues. RAOUL. eventually
buys the box for thirty francs)
Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de
Chagny. Thank you, sir.
(The box is handed across to RAOUL. He studies it, as
attention focuses on him for a moment)
RAOUL (quietly, half to himself, half to the
box)
A collector's piece indeed . . .
every detail exactly as she said . . .
She often spoke of you, my friend ....
Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...
Will you still play,
when all the rest of us are dead?
(Attention returns to the AUCTIONEER, as he
resumes)

AUCTIONEER
Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of
you may recall the strange affair of the
Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully
explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen,
that this is the very chandelier which figures in
the famous disaster. Our workshops have
restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring
for the new electric light, so that we may get a
hint of what it may look like when re-
assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the
ghost of so many years ago with a little
illumination, gentlemen?

Raoul, I've Been There

CHRISTINE
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night . . .
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness . . .
darkness . . .
Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a face,
in that darkness . . .
darkness . . .
(trancelike, then becoming more and more ecstatic)
But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound . . .
In that night
there was music
in my mind . . .
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before . . .
RAOUL
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more . . .
CHRISTINE
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world . . .
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore . . .
RAOUL (comforting)
Christine . . .
Christine . . .
PHANTOM (unseen, a ghostly echo of RAOUL's words)
Christine . . .
CHRISTINE
What was that?

Think Of Me

Carlotta:
Think of me/Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye/Remember me/Once in a while, please promise me you'll try/When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free...

(Screams)Signora!

Meg:(Spoken)
He's here. The Phantom of the Opera.

Lefevre:(Spoken)
Signora, are you alright? Buquet, for God's sake, man, what is going on up there?

Buquet: (Spoken)
Please monsieur don't look at me. As God's my judge, I wasn't at my post. Please monsieur, there's no one there. Or if there is, well then... it must be a ghost.

Andre:(Spoken)
Signora, these things do happen.

Carlotta:(Spoken)
For the past three years, "these things do happen." And did you stop them from happening? No! And you two! You are as bad as him! "These things do happen." UGH! Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my...

Piangi:(Spoken)
Amateurs.

Lefevre:(Spoken)
Gentlemen, goodluck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
I have a message sir, from the opera ghost.

Firmin:(Spoken)
Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed.

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
He welcomes you to his opera house

Firmin:(Spoken)
"His" opera house?

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
And commands that you continue to leave box five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due.

Firmin:(Spoken)
His Salary?

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.

Firmin:(Spoken)
20,000 francs?!

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
Perhaps you can afford more with the Viscount as your patron?

Firmin:(Spoken)
Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Viscount was to join us for the gala. But obviously,(rips the note in two)we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star! A full house, Andre! We shall have to refund a full house!

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
Christine Daae could sing it, Sir.

Andre:(Spoken)
What, a chorus girl?

Madame Giry:(Spoken)
Let her sing for you. She has been well taught.

Andre:(Spoken)
By who?

Christine:(Spoken)
I don't know his name monsieur.

Firmin:(Spoken)
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.

Andre:(Spoken)
Well, she's very pretty.

Christine:
Think of me, Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye, Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free,If you ever find a moment spare a thought for me. We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea. But if you can still remember Stop and think of me. Think of all the things we've shared and seen, Don't think about the way things might've been. Think of me, Think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, Look back on all those times, Think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you!

Raoul:
Can it be? Can it be Christine? (Bravo!)Long ago, it seems so long ago, How young and innocent we were! She may not remember me, But I remember her.

Christine:
Flowers fade, The fruits of summer fade, They have their seasons so do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think...(Opera singing) Of me!

Phantom Of The Opera - Twisted Every Way CHRISTINE Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . . Oh God - if I agree, what horrors wait for me in this, the Phantom's opera . . .? RAOUL (to CHRISTINE, very tenderly) Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care - but every hope and every prayer rests on you now . . . (CHRISTINE, overcome by her conflicting emotions turns away and hurries out. RAOUL strides forward and addresses an imaginary PHANTOM) RAOUL So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours! (As lights fade, ATTENDANTS stretch a red, velvet rope across the downstage area. OTHERS bring on gilt chairs. CARLOTTA PIANGI and GIRY move downstage to take their places for the next scene) A REHEARSAL FOR DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT (REYER supervises the learning of the new piece from the piano. Present are PIANGI, CHRISTINE, CARLOTTA, GlRY and CHORUS) CHORUS Hide our sword now wounded knight! Your vainglorious gasconnade brought you to your final fight for your pride, high price you've paid! CHRISTINE Silken couch and hay-filled barn both have been his battlefield. PIANGI (wrong) Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . REYER (stopping him) No, no, no! ChorusQrest, please. Don Juan, Signor Piangi - here is the phrase. (He demonstrates it) "Those who tangle with Don Juan . . ." If you please? PIANGI (still wrong) Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . REYER No, no. Nearly - but no. "Those who tan, tan, tan . . ." PIANGI (still wrong) Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . CARLOTTA (to the OTHERS) His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! GIRY (to CARLOTTA) Signora - would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? CARLOTTA (deaf to the implications of this remark) The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would . . . GIRY (cutting in, ominous) Are you certain of that, Signora . . .? REYER So, once again - after seven. (He gives the note and counts in) Five, six, seven . . . PIANGI (wrong again) Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . (Gradually EVERYONE starts either to talk or to practice the phrase simultaneously) CARLOTTA Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes we sing? GIRY Have patience, Signora. CARLOTTA No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong. No-one will care if it is right, or if it is wrong. CARLOTTA (mocking) Those who tangle with Don Juan! PIANGI (trying again) Those who tan . . . tan . . . (to CHRISTINE) Is right? CHRISTINE (to PIANGI) Not quite, Signor: Those who tan . . . tan . . . REYER (attempting lo restore order) Ladies . . . Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano suddenly begins to demonstrate the music unaided. It plays with great force and rhythm. ALL fall silent and freeze then suddenly start to sing the piece robotically and accurately. As they continue to sing, CHRISTINE moves away from the group.) ALL EXCEPT CHRISTINE Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! (As the ENSEMBLE becomes background, CHRISTINE, transfixed, sings independently): CHRISTINE In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . . . that voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . . (The scene begins to change. Trance-like, CHRISTINE moves slowly upstage. We hear the distant sound of bells) Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing . . . Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music . . . Her father promised her . . . Her father promised her . . .   Wandering Child Wandering child . . . so lost . . . so helpless . . . yearning for my guidance . . . (Bewildered, CHRISTINE looks up, and murmurs breathlessly): CHRISTINE Angel . . . or father . . . friend . . . or Phantom . . . ? Who is it there, staring . . . ? PHANTOM (more and more hypnotic) Have you forgotten your Angel . . .? CHRISTINE Angel . . . oh, speak . . . What endless longings echo in this whisper . . .! (RAOUL appears in the shadows and watches for a moment transfixed) PHANTOM (now drawing CHRISTINE towards him) Too long you've wandered in winter . . . RAOUL (to himself a murmur) Once again she is his . . . PHANTOM Far from my far-reaching gaze . . . RAOUL Once again she returns . . . CHRISTINE (increasingly mesmerized) Wildly my mind beats against you . . . PHANTOM You resist . . . PHANTOM/CHRISTINE Yet your/the soul obeys . . . RAOUL . . . to the arms of her angel . . . angel or demon . . . still he calls her . . . luring her back, from the grave . . . angel or dark seducer . . .? Who are you, strange angel . . .? PHANTOM Angel of Music! You denied me, turning from true beauty . . . Angel of Music! Do not shun me . . . Come to your strange Angel . . . CHRISTINE Angel of Music! I denied you, turning from true beauty . . . Angel of Music! My protector . . . Come to me, strange Angel . . . (CHRISTINE moves towards the figure of the PHANTOM) PHANTOM (beckoning her) I am your Angel of Music . . . Come to me: Angel of Music . . . RAOUL (suddenly calling out) Angel of darkness! Cease this torment! (Inexorably the PHANTOM continues to beckon CHRISTINE) PHANTOM I am your Angel of Music . . . Come to me: Angel of Music . . . RAOUL (in desperation) Christine! Christine listen to me! Whatever you may believe, this man . . . this thing . . . is not your father! (to the PHANTOM) Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine ! CHRISTINE Raoul . . .   Why Have You Brought Me Here RAOUL Why have you brought us here? CHRISTINE Don't take me back there! RAOUL We must return! CHRISTINE He'll kill me! RAOUL Be still now . . . CHRISTINE His eyes will find me there! RAOUL Christine, don't say that . . . CHRISTINE Those eyes that burn! RAOUL Don't even think it . . . CHRlSTlNE And if he has to kill a thousand men - RAOUL Forget this waking nightmare . . . CHRISTINE The Phantom of the Opera will kill . . . RAOUL This phantom is a fable . . . Believe me . . . CHRISTINE . . . and kill again! RAOUL There is no Phantom of the Opera . . . CHRISTINE My God, who is this man . . . RAOUL My God, who is this man . . . CHRISTINE . . . who hunts to kill . . .? RAOUL . . . this mask of death . . .? CHRISTINE I can't escape from him . . . RAOUL Whose is this voice you hear . . . CHRISTINE . . .I never will! RAOUL . . . with every breath . . .? BOTH And in this labyrinth, where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is here: inside your/my mind . . . RAOUL There is no Phantom of the Opera . . .   Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again Christine: Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... her father promised her... You were once my one companion, you were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father, then my world was shattered. 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! Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental. Seem, for you, the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle. 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 Help me say goodbye...