Cookies and Cream
Seasoned like a hive with honey,
Cookies and Cream are so sunny
In an odd world,left coast way,
Totally alien to the right coast day
Phantoms fly about this land
They sing from chandeliers
They dress so grand
Christine sings to her father, dead
The Phantom sings inside her head
Never the garish light of day
The Phantom's gondola's in the sewer way
"Sing to me!"
"Sing to me!"
The plot thickens
The music builds
It nothing less
Than a million thrills.
Slowly, softly
The music takes you
To places lofty.....
Nomore hints
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