composed the music ofthe night!. . Barbra. Slowly, gently. Night unfurls it's splendor. Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender. . Both. Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,. Hard as lightning
In sleep he sang to me . In dreams he came . That voice which calls to me . And speaks my name . And do I dream again? . For now I find . ThePhantomoftheOpera is there . Inside my mind . Sing
Bài Hát PhantomOfTheOpera - Ngọc Huệ. In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me. And speaks my name. And do I dream again?. For now I find. ThePhantomoftheOpera