In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks me name, And do I dream again? For now I find. The Phaaaaantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind
When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said 'son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned? Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made.
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