THE PHANTOM: Ne'er forsake me, here remain, Share with me my dark domain! Beautiful flower of maidenkind, Here in the bower where our love's enshrined.
CHRISTINE: Give me your loving care...
THE PHANTOM: Oh free me from this dark despair...
THE PHANTOM AND CHRISTINE: Tender scion of Philomel, Here in the shadows weave...
THE PHANTOM: ...your magic spell. My gentle maiden, weave your magic...