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a him and a ring on every finger of his hand. He wore a big old turban wrapped around his head, a scimitar by his side And every evening about midnight
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from the PHANTOM): Oh, it seems you've got one too . . . (He hands the letter to ANDRE, who opens it and reads): ANDRE "Dear Andre what a charming gala
