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Amera Andersen

Rookie (12/03/81 / New Jersey)

Angel of Music


My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name

Without him my music would not be the same
After the fire, ashamed of his face
The angel of music; he gave me that name
The labyrinth is now his holy place

After the fire, ashamed of his face
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
The labyrinth is now his holy place
Raoul how I need you, what can I do

He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
I know not which, my love or my passion
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
Maestro taught me to sing in this fashion

I know not which, my love or my passion
The angel of music, my singing aglow
He shows me such tender loving compassion
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so

Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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  • Rookie Brady Krueger (4/25/2013 12:44:00 PM)

    Okay I read this and my mind immediately traveled to France in the 1800's. The Paris Opera House. Christine Daae writes this about Erik, The Phantom of The Opera. Her Angel of Music. LOVE THIS POEM. (Report) Reply

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