CHRISTINE:
To my father's grave, please.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name...

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...

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