Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!Īngel! I hear you! Speak, I listen. Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! I shan't keep you up late! Raoul, no You must change. No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper! No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict. Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music. Little Lotte let her mind wander Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools or of goblins of shoes or of riddles of frocks Those picnics in the attic or of chocolates Father playing the violin As we read to each other dark stories of the North No - what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' Oh, you're so like an angel tonight Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child I will send the Angel of Music to you'.
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