than you dreamt it -
can you even
dare to look
or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome
gargoyle, who
burns in hell, but secretly
yearns for heaven,
secretly . . .
secretly . . .
But, Christine . . .
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll
learn to see, to
find the man
behind the
monster: this . . .
repulsive
carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beauty,
secretly . . .
secretly . . .
Oh, Christine . . .
(He holds out his hand tor the mask, which she gives to
him.  He puts it on, turning towards the audience as he
sings):
Come we must return -
those two fools
who run my theatre
will be missing you.
(The lair sinks into the floor as the PHANTOM and
CHRISTINE leave