Das Phantom der Oper
Inside the imposing Vienna Opera, there lived a ghost - unfortunate the one who disbelieved it -, which inhabited the immense underground of the most famous theater in the Austrian city, and only left there due to his two passions: music and a young singer and violinist. He was a prisoner of his unusual appearance, and although no one saw him, everyone felt – and feared – his presence. Those who worked at the Opera very commonly would say that he lacked nothing. But the Ghost lacked kindness, and above all, to be good, he lacked only one thing: to be loved. And he disbelieved that one day he would be good.
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