�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...�

          I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne
          To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music
          Music . . .

          You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone
          Since the moment I first heard you sing,
          I have needed you with me, to serve me,
          To sing, for my music
          My music . . .







�Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?�





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