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Past the point of no return
no backward glances
the games we've played till now are at an end...
Past all thought of"if" or"when" no use resisting
abandon thought,and let the dream descend
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlock its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return
the final threshold
what warm,unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return...
CHRISTINE:
You have brought me to that moment
where words run dry
to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence...
I have come here
hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind
I've already imagined our bodies entwining,
defenceless and silent
and now I am here with you
no second thoughts
I've decided,
decided...
Past the point of no return
no going back now
our passion play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
one final question:
how long should we two wait
before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames at last consumeus?
BOTH:
Past the point of no return
the final threshold
the bridge is crossed
so standand watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return
PHANTOM:
Say you'll share with me
one love, one life time
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Say you want me with you
here beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
Christine, that's all I ask of...
CARLOTTA:
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE:
Oh, my God ... my God ...
FIRMIN:
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY:
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA:
Oh, my darling, my darling ...
who has done this? You!
Why did you let this happen?
GIRY:
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL:
But can I trust you?
GIRY:
You must. But remember:
your hand at the level of your eyes!
RAOUL:
But why ... ?
GIRY:
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur.
First Buquet. Now Piangi.
MEG:
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY:
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
Come with me, monsieur.
Hurry, or we shall be too late ...