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Poem:

(This Phantom)

He wears a mask,

Of hurt and harm,

Yet claims the night,

A wicked charm,

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Below a stage,

Obsession fine,

He feels her voice,

And sings she’s mine,

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Or tightens noose,

While writing days,

An opera joined,

He dreams her ways,

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And though she’s blocked,

Each hope and try,

He just can’t leave,

A love to die,

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He is the Phantom,

But cant you see,

Oh God this Phantom,

Might just be me.

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